Dakota
When a knock interrupted the pleasant silence of the following morning, Terrell was still sleeping off his hangover. He managed to drink half the jar without becoming too obnoxious. The biggest drunken escapade of the prior evening was a sudden interest in touching Dakota’s hair. He passed out on one of the couches about an hour or so into the drinking session, and Dakota checked on him now and then, just to make sure he was still breathing. Right before dawn, Terrell came stumbling up to their bedroom and wrapped himself around him.
But by mid-morning, Dakota had already been up for a while, having retrieved breakfast for himself and Varaz, and taken a far less exciting shower than the one from yesterday. Still, he felt good. And Raz seemed to be in high spirits as well, offering
