Jewel had been just about to yell for someone to close the window because of the draft when it dawned on him, and rather quickly that he wasn’t curled up in his comforter, nor was he even inside the Light residence at all. His blue eyes opened blearily and as he gathered his surroundings he placed a shower high on the priority list. “Maker, where did…where did Blues run off to…”
In one hand was a bottle by the neck. The bottle was empty, but a drunken Jewelman proved to have quite a powerful grip.
In the other hand was warm synthetic skin that was… not his own.
