Dean wakes up to a shock.

<SNIP>
> Downing the cocktail. Bidding his drinking buddies
>goodbye (or as close as possible) L'ontar walked out
>of the door
<END SNIP>
Dean moved his head, and waited the few seconds for his vision to catch up.
When it had, he saw that L'ontar had left. Well, was going too, he was
currently aiming towards a wall but he veered off in the right direction.
Slowly, Dean decided to pack it in, and, helping Armer up, they weaved
drunkenly through the reception crowd, aware that their wonderful, melodious
singing could wait until they had left parrots.
Leaving parrots, however, proved to be a challenge, as the door was moving.
Rather inconsiderate for drunken people., thought Dean as he eventually
found his way into the corridor, only to see Armer talking to a post.
Eventually the found Armers quarters and Dean bade him farewell, (well,
actually, he said: "seeyearghhhhhhhhglurp!" or something very similar. It
definitely sounded to any sober man like "seeyearghhhhhhhhglurp!" But, to
Deans ears it was "See you tomorrow, my old drinking buddy." not
"seeyearghhhhhhhhglurp!")
Dean, back in his quarters, stuck his head in the sink, and turned on the
cold tap to full, knowing damn well that he would have one helluva hangover
tomorrow.
<NEXT DAY>
Dean awoke, and immediately, wished he hadn't. His head, throbbing like,
like, like a very throbby thing, was off the pain scale, off the agony
scale, and into the
'ohmygodthisisbloodybloodypainfulinfactithinkimightdienow' scale.
Then, too his horror, he found a pair of boots next to him. "Oh my god...."
Then he realised something, "Oh, dear, Raven you ain't to bright today!" The
boots were his own, he was really out of it this morning.
(quite a long post, but I thought I'd finally heave dean out of parrots for
a while)
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