The wine bottle hit the floor with a loud KA THUNK! roll roll roll roll THWAK!
Derrick sits up quickly on the couch awakened by the noise... his blootshot eyes looking around still trying to focus. He stands and starts to take a step but instead he pitches forward barely catching himself on the desk of the Leilon Arms office. He turns to find Kali curled up on the floor asleep by the couch still cluching a wine bottle in her outstretched hand. Red locks drape across the wine stained toga and a slight smile is on her face. Occasionally a soft murmur would escape from her lips. Derrick grinned as he looked at her and the events of the previous night's party slowly began to awake in his mind. Derrick removed the empty wine bottle from her hand and then gently lifted Kali from the floor and placed her on the couch. Kali giggled in her wine induced slumber as she wrapped her arms around him. Derrick pulled away grinning and drapped his cloak over her sleeping form.
Derrick turned and walked from the office into the Tavern. Dozens of wine bottles littered the floor. Smashed grapes and half eaten fruit and cheese lay on tables and bookshelves. He stepped over the sleeping forms of several more party goers as he walked toward the bar discovering more people sleeping on the floor, on couches and tables. A pungent smell caused him to look around. Drapped across a chair and on the floor were a pair of soggy woolen socks. Extending out from under a table were a pair of feet. Derrick lifted the table cloth and looked underneath to find a snoring Cole Norseman. Derrick grinned as he remembered seeing Cole hit the floor after drinking those... drinks that Kali gave him.
Derrick moved behind the bar. There curled up by the liquor cabinet was Acacea, cuddling her Ale jar. Several empty pie pans were haphazardly strewn about as were a dozen or so wine bottles. Derrick pulled out a Tower Malt and drained it. There on the bar was a flyer about the toga party. Derrick thought that a year would be too long before such an event should happen again.
Derrick decided to forgo the cleaning up. There was still time before the Inn would be open for the evening festivities. Let them sleep it off. He removed the cork from another Ale an drank deeply. Competition of the drink is tonight he thought. Better start practicing. . .
