Longs V1 Part 1

Something I intend on coming back to. Jette is one of my OCs, Luke belongs to http://fable-caster.tumblr.com/ , and Alex belongs to https://redacteddeadlinex.tumblr.com/ . Go check them out!



	The day began, not unlike some other days. With a complete lack of any idea of what was going on, and, after only a moment, where she was. With a quick glance in each direction, a scowl crossed her features.

	"LUKE!" She cried out to the heavens, her voice piercing the heavens themselves in their shrill tone. From somewhere within the room, which she recognized as a hotel room, came the shuffling of cans. A figure had shot to attention across the room. Rubbing her eyes against the harsh light, she recognized the figure as who she'd called for. He was holding the sides of his head, presumably he was experiencing the same earth shattering headache she was.

	"Jette you bitch..." Came his mumbling from across the room. He slowly stood, revealing he had made it home fully dressed, unlike Jette herself, who found her state of affairs was sorry. She'd managed to crawl into the bed in her panties and a tank top This would be a breakthrough for her, but the ever present headache protested this. She hung her legs off the side of the bed, far too hungover to attempt standing so early.

	"What the fuck happened Luke?" She asked, shaking her head, and attempting not to vomit.

	"Do you see Alex?" Came her next question. He grunted from across the room and she could almost hear him swiveling his head to look around for their third member.

	"Yeah... I found him." He'd say, taking a few steps, the cans rattling focing Jette to cover her ears. Loud sounds. No good.

	Upon turning her head around to see where he'd gone, she found that he'd walked into the bathroom on the other end of the room. The sounds of running water now echoing through the room. Jette took the opportunity to get out of the bed, landing on shaky legs. In similar motions, she made her way over to the door. Looking in, she found Alex laid out on the floor, showerhead sprinkling water onto the side of his face. With a little sigh, she looked around the bathroom, completely unthrashed, unlike the room behind her. Only careful steps had guided her around bottles and cans of all sorts.

	"Well, all the bodies are in attendance." She managed to groan, before turning about to survey the chaos before her. The whole room, as expected, had been shown no mercy. Various empty alcohol containers littered the floor, and she didn't see any sign of her clothing, until she looked up just a little bit, to see them hanging from the cieling fan. She couldn't even be upset.

	One night in the city of Yri had left her just as utterly confused as one night on her college campus. She sighed aloud, trying to breathe a little a clear her head.

	"Alright. Just. Try to wake up Alex, and I'm gonna find my spell focus, so we can take a portal home." She made her way to the cieling fan and reached up with a scaly arm to try and grab the clothing hanging from it. On her first attempt, she only managed to brush her jeans, causing the fan to spin around lazily. An agitated groan was all she could manage in response.

	"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeh." Came her utterance of pure suffering. Another attempt, and she dragged her pants down from the fan with a little difficulty. 'One leg at a time'. She thought to herself, doing her best to ignore the blood pumping through her skull. Next she dragged down her hoodie, slipping it on with help of familiarity.

	"Jette." Came Luke's voice from behind her. She grunted in acknowledgement, turning around slowly, searching her pockets for her belongings while she did so. Everything SEEMED to be in place. Luke had roused Alex, who wasn't even completely there. He somehow managed to have his mask on through the whole night, or maybe he just found it?

	"Did we make it to Yri?" Asked Alex, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes trying very hard not to be open right now.

	"Does this look like the dorms to you Alex?" Jette snapped at him, wincing at the end of her sentence. He shrugged and sighed to himself, the sleepy man trying not to think at the moment. They all stood there for a moment in pain. Well, not Luke. Luke was fine, rolling his sleeve back to check his watch. With a stroke of his goatee, he took a breath in to say something, but immediately caught himself, raising his hands as Jette's death stare caught him off guard.

	"I was going to ask if you guys were ready to go." He shrugged, rolling his fancy sleeve back down and stepping over the various obstacles on the floor. He seemed to be about ready to leave. Jette, at the very least, agreed with that sentiment.

	"Gotta find my bag..." Jette managed to mumble out. With a quick glance at the bed she'd managed to crawl out of, she found a small lump under the blanket. With a quick tug, she revealed a satchel. Her bag of holding, guarenteed to hold as much as she wanted or her money back.

	"Good." A small sigh of relief at finding what was possibly the only thing that she took everywhere.  She threw it over her shoulder, the added weight almost throwing her right back to the floor. Managing to keep her balance, she stumbled over to the door and made her way out, not willing to question anything right now. Alex, having pulled a pair of sunglasses out, was strolling along, kicking things out of the way while facing the cieling.

	Through the door and to the lobby they went, Luke leading the way and making sure that his fellow drunks didn't die on their way down the stairs. Jette and Alex took a seat in the lobby while Luke talked to the clerk in the lobby. Some kind of, elemental person, Jette couldn't be fucked to pay attention to what he was at the moment. Luke, too fast for her to comprehend, walked back over to them.

	"Hey, we're paid up. We can go home now." Jette raised her arms in excitement.

	"Woo, home time." With what she hoped was the final groan she'd have to let out today, she stood back up while Luke helped Alex stay awake enough to stand. Alex let out a little chuckle and mumbled something intelligible.

	"Come on, let's just get to the nearest portal circle and go home." A process she expected would be easy enough with at least one sober friend in the party.

	And thankfully it was, the building was open and Luke negotiated their way to the window, where the offical there was asking for ID's and a portal liscence. Which, when Jette checked her bag, could find neither of.

	"Ah shit. Hey, Alex. You got your ID?" To which the man shook his head both ways, frantically searching his pockets. Luke mumbled something to the official, who nodded.

	"All the same, I'm not carrying them either." He said, turning out his pockets. The group had a collective silence. Until Alex spoke up.

	"What now?" asked Alex, fully awake now that his wallet was missing. Jette responded simply by pressing her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose. She was trying to think, and failing. It was then that Luke spoke up with his drunken knowledge.

	"Well, we can just retrace our steps from last night. Or try to." Another moment of silence took place, until Alex spoke up.

	"Didn't we start by attending the 'Masters of Illusion' show last night? In the Yri undercity?" Alex asked, to which Luke nodded.

	"Sounds like we know where to start." With a tug on her satchel strap, she got to walking, stooges in tow.