Fritz's chest rhythmically rose and fell, pushing the Marcelle's torso in the air. With his free hand he had managed to move parts of her hair out of his face. Yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get free of the lamia. The church doors slammed open. Fritz craned his neck towards the sound, hoping it was his own salvation.

"Cutey! Get your bwutt out here!" Brenn shouted.

"Brenn?" Fritz yelled back.

Boots clicked on the church's stone floor. The door to the library slammed open. Brenn and Neva swayed menacingly in the dark hallway.

"Cutey! Where are you? We need a fwill up!" Brenn announced. From underneath the table, he saw their legs swaying in the doorway.

"Back here!" Fritz cried out. "In a pickle."

Teleporting closer, she looked on at the sprawled mess of Marcelle over top of him in awed reverence. The brunette ratkin stared with open mouth admiration at his situation.

"Fwitz. Anudda bottle. To go." Neva demanded from the doorway.

"Neva! Look! He's going at it! He's human aftwer all!"

"I dun care. Get the liquor!" Neva said.

"A little help here?" Fritz asked.

"No. No. No. I don't wanna disturb you. It would be rude to turn this into a threesome." Brenn said. Letting out a loud burp she swayed over them both. "No Neva and me have plans! Neva and me! We're going to a bwothel! All because someone wasn't putting out!" Brenn pointed a finger accusatorially at Fritz. Neva staggered into the room after Brenn.

"What are you doing back here? Wow. Shacking up with Marcelle.... Well at least it ain't Ada."

"We're. Not! Get! Me! Off!" Marcelle seethed.

"Say no more! Say no more! We shall give you space to experience the holy champion's enormous sword." Brenn said.

"Come on!" Neva urged. "Give us the alcohol. Need a pwick me up before the brothel. Wait why are their clothes still on?" Neva turned to Brenn. The short ratkin shrugged.

"Maybe they're embarrassed?"

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"Just how drunk are you two?" Fritz asked from underneath Marcelle.

"Alcohol has nwever beat me! I've never bin dwunk!" Neva roared.

"Cutey! Give it up! Give it to us! Right now! We're begging you!"

"Give. It. To. Them." Marcelle said.

"Yeah. Give it up, Fritz. Give it to us." Neva grumped.

Fritz let out a sigh. Briefly he considered saying 'no', until more help was promised.

"All right. All right. Another bottle, but no more." Fritz instantly conjured the bottle. Neva's unsteady hands instantly reached out grabbing the bottle from the tangled mess. She swayed unsteadily from the movement.

"You're all right. You know that." Neva crouched down "I like you.... Sometimes...."

"Yeah. Me too. He just needs to put out. Prude." Brenn countered.

"No. Party. Romance!" Marcelle hissed.

"No romance! But tonight! We're getting stuffed! Come on, Neva! Let's leave them to their Wuv nest."

"Wait? Your not gonna help? I thought you were banned from brothels? Hey! Help us!" Fritz asked.

"I am in the party of Freye's champion. They're gonna let me in!" Brenn declared confidently. Slapping her partner on the shoulder in crime the two shared a wicked grin before turning away.

"Wait?! Where are you going?!" Fritz yelped.

"Minion. Stop. Them."

"Neva! Brenn! You've got to help me!"

"Get to know her!" Brenn shouted back. "We'll check on you's two in the morning!"

Brenn and Neva staggered out. Singing like drunken sailors, Fritz listened to their bawdy song echo inside the church walls before they finally left.

"I. Hate. You." Marcelle hissed.

"I guess we'll wait for Ada to find us. Gods above their useless."

"Hate. You."

"I know." Fritz said with a sigh.

Hours late Ada wandered into the room. Fritz heard her footsteps entering into the library over the sound of Marcelle reminding him of her eternal hatred.

"Ada? Brenn? Neva?"

"Why are you two sleeping here?" Ada asked innocently.

"It's a long story. Can you pull her off of me? She's a bit heavy."

"Hate. You." Marcelle hissed.

"What's wrong with her?" Ada asked. "Can't she just slither off?"

"Long story. Please just help. Don't leave us here like the others."

Ada moved around the table. Crouching down she hooked her hands underneath Fritz's shoulders before pulling him out like a stuck kitten. Marcelle's head flopped down onto the ground. Her hair splayed out like a ink stain upon the stone. Bits of her hair soaked up the spilt purple liquid. Oxygen finally flowed back into Fritz's legs. Swaying slightly, he nearly fell to the floor.

"Come on. Let's go to bed." Ada said confidently. "Night Marcelle."

Fritz barely had time to appreciate his freedom before he was thrown over Ada's shoulder. The blonde wolkfin turned to march Fritz back towards the church's dormitory like a sack of potatoes. Fritz pointed towards prone, incapacitated lamia.

"We're gonna fight alongside them Marcelle! No running away!"

"Hells yeah." Ada's fist pumped the air. Rapidly turning around, Ada accidentally slung Fritz's head into a nearby bookshelf. "Stop being a coward Marcelle!" Ada commanded as she pointed at Marcelle copying Fritz. The blonde wolfkin looked back towards the man on her shoulders. "What's wrong with you Fritz? Are you tired?"

"Nothing." He groaned, as he clutched the side of his head.

"Hate. You. Both." Marcelle seethed on the floor.