Hyperion, Wednesday Morning

[psycho_jackass]

At some point, long beyond when it could still be considered "night", Logan emerged from Angel's suite, extremely drunk, wearing only a long shirt and singing a rather catchy tune"I wear no pants! I we-a-er no pants!" he sang. "I wear no, wear no, wear. no. pants!" He bounded down the main staircase. "Mark well upon my lance! It bounces whilst

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[notstakedyet]

Angel? Kind of staring.

[psycho_jackass]

Logan tipped an imaginary hat at Angel and changed to Italian. "Non porto pantaloni! Non porto pantaloni!"

[notstakedyet]

"Not that I'm complaining," Angel said, mostly to himself.

[psycho_jackass]

"Join me!" Logan suggested. He staggered up a couple of steps, wavered on the verge of falling, then steadied himself and launched into German. "Ich trage keine Hosen! Ich trage keine Hosen!"

[notstakedyet]

"Or you could go back to bed," Angel said, feeling this was reasonable.

[psycho_jackass]

"What? And miss the party?"

[notstakedyet]

Angel thought about it.

"The party's in there?"

[psycho_jackass]

Logan thought very hard about this for a few minutes. Finally, he lifted a finger and said wisely, "You're still wearing pants." He took a step forward, forgetting he was on the stairs, and fell on his face.

[notstakedyet]

Okay, clearly talking wasn't going to solve anything. Which only made Angel feel smug about not using talking as his main method of dealing with problems.

He didn't catch Logan in time for his fall, but he did get over quick enough to start picking Logan up. "Okay, back to bed."

[psycho_jackass]

"I'm getting superpowers," Logan confided to Angel. "Two more drinks an' I can fly."

[notstakedyet]

"Of course you are," Angel said. He decided slinging Logan over his shoulder would probably be the most efficient method of carrying him.

[psycho_jackass]

"Don' be jealous," Logan mumbled into Angel's back. "I'll take you flying."

[notstakedyet]

"Of course you will," Angel said, as he carried Logan back to bed.