"Balian here was just telling me the best way to hunt... What was it? Hares? No, bears. He was telling me the best way to hunt bears."

Ira explained to Eric and Collette. "Who would've known they live in the water. The water. That doesn't sound right."

Whatever he had just drank three cups of, Ira knew it was powerful. He could never manage to hold his liquor.

Collette finished her wine and asked for another one. She noticed Balian's blushing face and questioned him, "why are you embarrassed?" She asked him curioiusly.

"Balian, Balian, dear sweet Balian. If you're not going to go after Collette, then I..." Ira lifted his head, wobbling slightly, "WILL SEDUCE HER!" He exclaimed triumphantly.

"Collette, Eric." He turned, confused- "When did you get here?" -then promptly passed out, landing face down on the counter top.

Collette blushed by Ira's words. "H-he wouldn't really do that would he?" She asked.

Ira mumbled something that faintly sounded like a disagreement.

Alas, he would not. Ira was out like a light.

(assuming it's now the evening, shouldn't we all be getting rooms for the night?)

(Anybody want to help Ira to his room? He's made some regrettable decisions, haha XD)

(goodnight Morgen77, goodnight Yamai-San, rp with you tomorrow!)

Ira eventually arrived at his room with a little help, and he too fell fast asleep.

A dream of big brown eyes and black hair sobered Ira for his waking in the morning, where he clutched his head and groaned. It had been a restful sleep, if 'restful' meant something along the lines of, 'deep, but hollow.' A hangover stung at his eyes and stomach, making him wish he had never heard of alcohol in the first place. Still, the next town he visited would have him doing the exact same thing, and regretting it the next day. It was a vicious cycle, but his only constant.

"Ugh." Ira coughed, his memories from last night a haze of countertop and... "Did I really say that?"

Ira buttoned his white undershirt two from the top, as usual, and fixed his brown vest over it. He then put his pants on, nearly ripping them at the inseam due to his clumsiness, and went to wash up. After lightly shaving, and combing his hair to a more recognizable form, Ira slapped himself several times on each cheek as impetus to fully wake up.

"Good morning, beautiful." He smiled, looking into the old, dull mirror. "Rise and shine."

"Good morning Balian, I-" Ira chuckled, "I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much last night."

He walked like a man who'd very much like to sit down.

"Oh," Ira started, a horrified look on his face, "Yikes."

He fetched a piece of bread from the tender and set about eating it, taking slow, methodical bites.

When were the blacksmith and the girl getting up? Ira wondered.

"Good morning to you, Eric and Collette."

Ira responded to Balian's question. "I don't see why not." He shrugged. "The bears won't kill and skin themselves-"

As soon as he had said it, the words felt strange. Ira laughed. "-or something."

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