Everything was so... spinny? Was that the word? You weren't sure to be honest; you may have had a few too many drinks.

You stumble through the crowd of people, hoping to find your partners, but so far you had no luck. You had gotten a bit too hot when the pair decided to set a shed on fire. So you ended up hanging out with Vera and Liam, mocking poorly dressed attendees. But you got up to grab another drink and now you were just stuck pushing through the strangers.

At this point you could barely breathe, so once you find your way out of the crowd, you lean against a tree. You just wanted to catch your breath before you began your search again. You take one last mouthful from your drink you toss the empty cup aside in a barrel which you assumed was a bin for the hundreds of used cups.

All you could hear was loud music and obnoxious drunks. A hand holding your arm snaps you from your drunk blank. You look up to see a stranger standing beside you, he gives you a grin and raises a brow.

"What's a cute little thing like you doing in such a place?"

You were pretty sure he was trying to flirt with you, but interested was the last thing you were right now.

"Looking for my significant others you..." you continue with a few inappropriate words that you usually didn't use.

"My my, those are some nasty words."

You let out a hiss of pain when his other hand roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. You tried to pull away, but this just caused him to tighten his grip. You could feel yourself tearing up, from both panic and pain.

"OI!"

Two voices call out at the same time. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull your away from your assailant. You're pulled to their chest; you glance up to see Amira smiling down at you.

"We were wondering where you had gotten to." She ruffles your hair.

"Amira, I'm tired," You whine, leaning against her.

You glance behind you to see Damien had the guy in a head lock, sending a punch to his face. He drops him, the creep dropping to the floor. Once Damien dealt with him he rushes up to you. He looked like he was concentrating on your face.

"You've got bruises on your cheeks," his fingers brush against one of your cheeks, he looked pissed.

"It's alright, Damien," you try to soothe him; "I just want to leave."

He sighs out of his nose, planting a kiss on your nose, "alright."

~~~

"How much did you drink after you walked off," Amira laughs.

"I can't remember," you grunt, "I had quite a few when I was with Liam and Vera."

"Ugh, Vera probably found it funny to watch you stumble like a moron."

"Ouch, Damien," you fake hurt, "do I really look like a moron?"

Amira slips your shoes and pants off, leaving you in your shirt. She helps you into bed, leaving you to lay there while she gets something better on to sleep in. You let out a squeal when Damien dives onto the bed, almost sending you flying. He wraps his arms your waist, pulling you so your back was tucked against his chest.

You let out a hum as you nuzzle your face into the cool pillow. Closing your eyes stopped some of the spinning, which was great because you really didn't want to be sick.

You feel the bed dip in front of you, opening one eye to see Amira get into bed. She lets out a hum as she tucks your head under her chin. If you were cold before, you certainly aren't now. The fire djinn and demon were like furnaces, which you appreciated.

As soon as you close your eyes, you finally lull into a peaceful slumber, the encounter and pain in your jaw all gone from your mind.