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Vex’ahlia stumbled into her room, absolutely hammered. There wasn’t any point in lighting the room’s torches, she was just going straight to sleep.
Vex half walked, half crawled over to the bed and managed to kick her boots off but didn’t bother (or wasn’t capable) of fully undressing for bed. She reached down to pull a blanket over herself and was vaguely aware that Trinket had taken advantage of her late night and had snuck into the other side of the large bed for a more comfortable sleeping spot.
“Trinket you’re not supp’sed to do that. Scanlan’ll be mad.” Vex mumbled, but she moved closer, threw an arm over him, and then promptly passed out.
Percy couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He dared not do anything. Complete and utter shock had wiped his mind completely blank and rooted him to the spot. Vex was passed out and pressed against him, an arm slung across his waist. Under pressure or in battle Percy was usually the type to remain calm and calculating, but right now he was frozen. This was not a situation he knew how to deal with. Percy had forgotten how to breathe.
Normally, Percy would have already been asleep this late into the evening, but he had stayed up tinkering with a couple things and time had gotten away from him. Ironically, one of those things was a new combustible fire arrow for Vex. He had just gone to bed when the door had been thrown open and Vex herself stumbled in.
While incredibly convenient, Scanlan’s Magnificent Mansion had seemingly one tiny flaw; which was that occasionally Vex and Percy’s rooms, and only their rooms, would just… switch places. Everyone’s room was very similar, but with small touches and items that differentiated them. Percy’s room contained a very small and basic tinkering bench in place of a desk or vanity, and Vex’s room had a special sleeping area on the floor for Trinket but the general layout of everyone’s bedroom was the same. They mostly stayed in their “usual” location but this was one of the evenings where things had flip-flopped for the ranger and the gunslinger.
Percy had gone upstairs to start tinkering almost right away that day, and in the light of early evening, he had noticed as soon as the door opened that what should have been his room was currently outfitted for Vex.
In the dark, completely and utterly drunk, Vex hadn’t noticed anything at all before crawling into bed.
She unconsciously grabbed Percy’s shirt, holding him in place while she slept. Her body and breathing both warm against him as she burrowed closer to his side. Getting over his initial shock, Percy tried to breathe as shallowly as possible. He didn’t want to disturb the woman next to him but he genuinely didn’t know what to do.
Should he try to leave? This was his room. Would it be weirder to leave Vex here and go over to her room? Trinket would be there, he wasn’t sure he wanted to fight a bear for a bed to sleep in tonight. Plus they had a long journey and day of travel ahead of them in the morning, and drunk Vex tended to be a bit feisty, and tired Vex was extremely cranky. At least this way she was both quiet and getting some rest? As he mulled over the options in his mind, he started to relax. His breathing deepened, mirroring and matching hers and he fell into sleep with her curled up next to him.
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Vex was awake, but wasn’t sure she wanted to be. She made a mental note to not challenge Grog or Pike to any more drinking contests. Without opening her eyes, she rubbed her face against Trinket and let out a groan before taking a deep breath. Trinket smelled... good? Like cedar trees? And campfire smoke. Cedar and smoke? Trinket didn’t smell like cedar and smoke, he smelled like … fish and wet fur. Percy was the one who smelled like- she breathed in again before her senses suddenly came back to her in a rush and her eyes snapped open.
This was not Trinket.
She was nestled into Percy’s side, holding him next to her as the morning light started to filter into the room. What happened last night? Why was Percy in her bed? A quick glance confirmed that both of them were obviously still clothed so at least there was that. She realized she was still grasping his undershirt in her fist and gently extricated herself from the bed, slipping out from the covers as lightly and quietly as possible while he slept. Percy barely moved. That man could sleep through almost anything.
Looking around the room now in the soft morning light she winced, realizing that this was actually Percy’s room, not hers. She must not have noticed in her drunken state last night. Vex scooped her boots up off the floor and tip-toed out, closing the door behind her. “Fucking Scanlan. Fucking broken-ass mansion.” she said to herself, slipping next door to her actual room to greet Trinket and get ready for the day. Maybe Percy hadn’t noticed? Maybe he had slept through the whole thing? Maybe?