Mating Season, A Sequel

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Three hours.

That was a long time, right?

To be honest Wendy wasn't certain any more.

She sighed and looked at her arm.

It made her feel a bit dizzy.

She laughed, a throaty and weird sound.

She wasn't 'a bit' dizzy.

She was A LOT dizzy.

Did that make sense?

That didn't sound very grammatically correct.

Wendy laughed again.

Grammatically.

That's such a weird word..

Gra mmat ically.

Sounds really really weird.

She glanced at the ground and imagined falling down and falling asleep on it.

Made her grin a bit drunkenly.

She thought maybe she could get some sleep...

She looked up and caught Chelia's eye.

She sighed and forced herself to sit up straighter...

Not that Wendy was straight.

That made her giggled.

She sat up gayer.

She giggled again and shifted a bit so she was a bit slumped over.

Sitting gayer.

Hehe.

She wondered if this was what being high felt like.

She didn't know.

She'd only gotten drunk that once and she hadn't even known it was alcohol (and she'd only had a single cup so it was safe to say she probably had a low tolerance).

She sighed and laid back.

She forced her eyes to stay open by looking at Chelia.

She was really pretty.

Maybe she should tell her that...

But she was so far away.

"Mmmmh." She groaned, reaching her hand out just a bit, trying to reach her.

But that wasn't very smart considering how far away her girlfriend was.

She wondered if she was the only one seeing the world spinning.

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Rogue's head wobbled and he tried not to fall over.

He glanced at the clock.

Three and a half hours.

Uuuuuugggggghhhhh.

Maybe he should just take a nap.

He knew he couldn't though...

He heard a sound and watched someone slide off their seat beside him.

His vision was getting blurry.

He shook his head before looking over and catching sight of Levy.

So she had fallen.

So she was unconscious.

Poor girl...

But that meant that he and Wendy were the only ones left.