the next morning.
::Bart was in such a deep sleep, he was certain he didn't dream once the past night. But that was why it was so strange when he woke with a start and found himself gasping for air, felt his back and head burning. Dark green eyes -- his eyeliner had been smudged long ago the night before from laughing (he hadn't laughed that hard in ages) -- flew open and raised up towards the sky. Sunlight was just start to rear it's bright, ugly head and he was already squinting. Without thinking, he raised the hand that he had wrapped around Methail to rake back through his hair, trying to remember the sequence of events from the night before, starting with why the hell he was outside and ending with-- wait, something felt missing when he raised his arm, a warmth against it. He blinked down to Hail next to him and the smile that was starting tugged up all the more. It all came back easily, then, despite the blur and waves of just what had happened. He groaned a bit as he replaced his arm, raising his fingertips to massage at his temples.:: "Hell..." ::His head throbbed, but he still felt a little drunk so he couldn't stop his words. The bottle was still open and next to them on the bench, the sounds of children playing on the nearby playground could be heard. Only now did Bart remember that he was only in his t-shirt and pajama pants and shivered against the cold.::