Logan's Room, Very, very early Sunday Morning

[psycho_barbie]

An hour or so after passing out in her room, Callisto came to, put on the nun costume, and made her way back to Angel's room, curling up next to Seely in the bed and passing out again.

Pity she was too drunk to make sure she had the right room.

[ooc: locked, so very, very locked]

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[psycho_jackass]

Logan woke up slowly, stretched, then rolled over. And froze. "Oh my god," he said. "Was I really *that* drunk last night?"

[psycho_barbie]

It was morning, she was still recovering from the previous night and there was someone in bed with her. Clearly it was snuggle time. Callisto threw an arm over his chest and nuzzled his neck. "Mine."

[psycho_jackass]

Okay, the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant, but given recent circumstances, Logan was a little wary about how this would end up. Maybe if he stayed really, really still, she'd go away without causing him bodily harm.

[psycho_barbie]

It was far too early to bother checking for pulses, so Callisto just defaulted to assuming vampire, and nipped gently at Logan's neck.