Jan 5, 2014
When Katrina had managed to drag Michael back, he'd hoped he could snag one of the girls' rooms at the least to leave the guy in until he sobered up. The last thing he briefly remembered was halfway cleaning himself up before spotting Michael hidden away in the stockroom with a couple of blankets, some half-assed situation since the rooms were all taken. He'd planned to sleep there as well, not up for the walk home, so he went ahead and crawled right in next to him to sleep. Sure enough, hours later, he started to stir, frowning as he just curled up further under the fabric on the hard floor. Noting the other starting to move, he glanced over. "Dobroe utro?" He prodded him slightly. "Doroogoi--" English, right. "Ah, get up," he sighed.