“Well, this is awkward…”
laying on the floor in an odd place, wrapped in a blanket
“S’cold,” Alecto offered to the voice and footsteps she’d heard and couldn’t bring herself to identify. To identify, she’d need to turn her head – since the presence wasn’t one she recognized right from the start, anyway. Oh, well. The festivities had run on for quite some time, and by now Alecto was still self-aware enough to admit that she wasn’t sure she’d even notice Amycus by footsteps alone at this point in the night.
Maybe it wasn’t cold. In an effort to bring some composure back to herself, Alecto started cataloging things about the way she’d been found, and realized she’d shed her robes at some point, and was left with just one of her dresses. She shook her head out of the hood she’d formed with the excess blanket to look past it, and at the person she could now sort of identify. Was he a housemate? Maybe he was a friend of her brother’s?Not in her year from school, whatever he was. She squinted one eye, like that could help. “Hello –?” The word drawled on; Alecto blew some hair out of her face through pursed lips, and tried her best to look like someone who was not drunkenly wrapped in a blanket outside the bar. “Please tell me you don’t need this blanket. Because I need this blanket.”