Roland wasnt sure where he was, or where he had been...and for a moment or two coudn't answer those two questions in a matter of 'who' either. What he knew, for those first fleeting moments of consciousness is that his head hurt, and someone, or rather TWO someones were screaming, nearby.

As he lifted himself to his feet, head throbbing, eyes watering, he realized he was in the TRS cafeteria. He also realized that the screaming was some kind of argument. Not that he cared as to the subject of the matter, he simply wanted them to be quiet. Of course...Roland wasnt the sort to simply to ask nicely...

"WILL. YOU. SHUT. THE HELL. UP!!"

He roared the words out in chopped segments while hurling a heavy table against the far wall, his Lycanthrope strength giving him the power to do so.

"Some people are trying to sleep you know!"

Never mind that normal people dont sleep in a cafeteria, and that he was obviously hungover, and smelled like fermented apple juice, with a heathly dose of stale beer. Or that he had somehow, while in a blacked out stupor managed to change from his normal TRS gear to a Hawaiian Shirt, purple swim shorts with pink hearts, and sandals...or the large black eye he sported...or the small octopus peeking out of the collar or his shirt...

What the hell had he done last night?

Chibi Magician

Finnegan