So, as per usual with these sorts of nights, there had been many, many drinks. Followed by
ridiculous ideas. And then more drinks. And penguins dressed in cat tutus. And then more drinks.
Which totally explained why there were five teenaged boys piled in a bed in a hotel room in
Iqaluit, now the proud co-owners of a penguin sanctuary.
"Mrrrph," Bobby mumbled, burying his face in the shoulder of... whoever that was next to him. At least he didn't drool in his sleep?
[ooc: for them guys! and nfb due to canada.]