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*After finishing her shift, Alanna looks around for Peter but can't find him anywhere in the bar. She wanders back to her room in the hopes that he is already there, working away on one of his notebooks. He's not. Frowning, she changes into a clean linen shirt and paces for a moment. It suddenly occurs to her that she should probably check his room. She stalks down the hall, pausing before his door. What if he just wanted to be left alone tonight? Alanna bites her lip and recalls their earlier conversation. It hadn't seemed like he didn't want to see her later. Shrugging, she knocks once and pushes the door open.

Peter is fast asleep. Smiling fondly, she pads lightly across the room and stretches out beside him. She leans in to give him a quick kiss and nearly falls off the bed from the fumes.*

Great Mithros, what happened to you? You smell like the inside of a whiskey barrel!

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"Whu--" Peter peers out from where his hand had been covering his eyes from the rather offensive light. "...oh."

His brain goes through a few things before it can come to the conclusion as to who this is. Red head. Pretty. Talking really loudly. Pretty. Redhead. Oh. Alanna.

*Over her initial shock, Alanna tries valiantly to contain the giggles. She leans up on one elbow and gently brushes his hair off his face. His forehead feels both warm and clammy.*

Something tells me you had a little bit of fun after your shift ended. Perhaps too much fun?

*Smirking, she tries to give him another kiss, only to be assaulted by a new odor.*

Wha...? *Her eyes widen.* Peter, were you smoking?

"Er. A little?" And Peter is regretting every moment of it, too. His stomach just better not do what it's threatening, that's all he's going to say...

Hmph. *Alanna's eyes narrow, but she continues to brush her fingers through his hair, lightly running her fingernails along his scalp. She has no idea if this will help his head any, but when her head hurts, she likes it if someone plays with her hair.* And I'll bet your stomach is none to pleased about that fact right now, not to mention your head.

Right. Stand up, then. *She gets to her feet and tugs on his arm.* Let's get you squared away. You need to wash your face, possibly take a bath if you can stand upright that long and eat something. *She wrinkles her nose.* Brushing your teeth might be a good plan too.

"What," Peter says dully. "You mean I can't just hide under the bed for awhile?"

Because that seems a good alternative at the moment.

*Alanna replies firmly, her arm slowly wrapping around his.*

NO. I will drag you along if I have to, but we are getting you cleaned up. I know you don't feel well, but this will help. I promise.

*She sighs and pauses, fixing him with a plaintive look.*

Please? For me?

As if he can resist a look like that, no matter how much crap he feels.

"Alright," He says gruffily.

Good. *Alanna nods and looks determined, despite the fact that she's really not sure how to proceed. Grunting, she wraps her other arm around Peter's waist and manages to pull him upright. She squeaks as they both almost topple over. Eventually getting them both balanced, she finally steals a quick kiss.*

I'm sorry you feel miserable, but you did bring this upon yourself. Didn't you? *She frowns.* What happened?

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