Everything was the worst. As if somehow getting tangled up with Zephyr again wasn't bad enough, there always had to be some kind of icing on the cake of awfulness. Isabel couldn't ever catch a break. Every time he got involved everything ended up spiraling downhill and she always wound up with the short end of the stick. She couldn't try to murderstab him anymore so avoiding him was the next best thing. She really did need to start just walking away whenever she ran into him. Sticking around to spite him clearly didn't work and adding alcohol into the mix was very obviously a very bad idea. She really, really needed to stop doing that.

At the very least they were on the same page about Ghosty not needing to now about their latest drunken mistake. She could have done without being reminded of those horrible love notes that had been appearing at random, though. The woman was determined, that was for sure, their only saving grace being her misunderstanding Isabel's nature and stubbornness enough to make such obvious mistakes. Finding out about a second alcohol-fueled evening would undoubtedly only double her efforts. She could only imagine how much more cheese could be crammed into those notes. It would only be a matter of time before things like flowers and samples of wedding invitations showed up at their doors. It was a scary thought.

Aside from their agreement about Ghost, Zephyr certainly wasn't helping the situation with his smirking and his sly remarks. It only made her temper and her face hotter. The kissing absolutely did not help, at least not after the first few moments. "Stop doing that!" she said maybe just a little too loud, but she did give up the poking in favor of removing the headband and tossing it into the tub. She gave the tail an experimental tug too, but it was stuck fast and she didn't trust her coordination enough to try and cut the thing off. With her luck and unsteady hands she'd just wind up cutting a hole in the back of the shorts and they were already showing enough skin as it was.

"Your wordsing is not helping any things and I hate you, she sulked, very much not wanting to think anymore about just how much skin the both of them were showing or how much she wished she were still in just a towel. At least the towel had covered more. There was still danger potential with the drunkenness and the stupid kisses and the almost nothing wearing. Things were already bad enough, they didn't need to be steering anything back towards the position they'd just escaped. She'd suggest that he stop being so naked, but after what had wound up in her own hands she was afraid of what other kinds of clothing they might find back in the main room.

Speaking of which, there was still a bed there. She was pretty sure it had been a bed anyway. Drunk darkness stumbling wasn't they best was to investigate a room, but since they were down in the living quarters it was safe to assume it had been a bed. It probably wasn't in the best shape anymore, but she'd take a not so great mattress over climbing a bunch of stairs. Hell, she'd crash on the floor before wandering upstairs in what she was currently wearing. She might even crash on the floor if she'd found something less revealing to wear. Tiredness was quickly starting to set in and as much as she'd like to continue berating the young man she was quickly losing interest. Maybe there was even a bottle or two left over in that basket she'd made. Bed and booze was always an inviting idea.

"I'm bein' real tired of all you dumb face and words," she said dismissively, trying and mostly succeeding to carefully squeeze past him so she could make her way into the main room. She really had made quite a mess with those clothes. They were all over the place on the floor and draped across the sparse furniture. At least there were options for later. There had to be a sweater or pants or something that she could put on before venturing back upstairs. That was for later though. She was starting to feel too sluggish to want to go looking and she definitely didn't want to find anything that Zephyr could tease her about even more.

One bottle was still left in the basket, which she found after lifting a few different items of clothing that looked like they had been dropped on top of something. Once she'd retrieved and opened the bottle with only a little struggling she climbed slowly onto the bed, wary that with the way the night had progressed it might collapse or something and put the cherry on top of everything. But it held up just fine so she perched cross-legged at the edge of the mattress and gathered the blankets around her shoulders for some covering. "Your dumb naked butt can sit on the floor," she called back to the young man and took a sip from the bottle, getting too tired to care what she was drinking anymore. As long as it helped put her to sleep and maybe even forget what had been going on all night it was fine with her. "Or maybe leave. Your dumb naked butt can totally leave. Buh bye, I'm staying right here for sleeping now."

Standing without a proper Isabel shaped anchor to hold onto was lot harder than it should have been. His head kept wanting to sway back and forth to keep pace with the floor except floors weren’t meant to -memories of redheads casting tremors throughout liberty island flashed in his thoughts.

..alright, floors didn’t normally act like that, but that wasn’t important because he’d found a door frame and was simply resting against it because it convenient and not because down felt like several directions at once.

Putting such ponderances aside the hessians thoughts returned to the present and his azure gaze returned to Isabel who still hadn’t spoken, and the ghost of a grin crossed his lips. There was something oddly satisfying about the arrant lull that came in the wake of the kiss. Leaving the often obstinate soubrette speechless was no mean feat after all, but the dumbfounded expression that lingered on the girl's features as her amber eyes flickered was something else altogether.

He thought he rather liked it.

As if sensing his amusement the brunette bunny’s face quickly gained a crimson hue which nearly matched her top as she snapped her hand back to her side and finally found her voice somewhere between a shout and a squeak which was somehow even more amusing. “Stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?” He asked feigning a look and tone of confused innocence which was hampered only partially by the slight upward curl of his lips, but which wasn’t helped when she petulantly tossed aside her rabbit ears in response or when she tried, and failed, to remove the cotton tail from her callipygian figure.

Thought it did do wonders in testing the limits of her top.

"Your wordsing is not helping any things-

Simon paused at that, tilting his head in apparent confusion as he tried to process the statement, because in all honestly things had only gotten interesting when they’d both stopped talking so if she didn’t want them talking then was she-

-and I hate you,

Ah, she was sulking, that made more sense, though really the soubrette had no business pouting at her age, he was dealing with enough distractions as it was. His eyes slid to the bathtub briefly before returning to the brunette. “You have have an odd way of showing it.”

"I'm bein' real tired of all you dumb face and words,"

And that was apparently Isabel speak for not wanting to talk any more as stalked forwards and somehow managed to squeeze past him in the doorway and stumbled into the dark bedroom hunting through piles of clothes for something or another.

Taking a moment to watch her go Simon shook his head and stifled a yawn before deciding to check the state of his own clothes. They were still soaked which was no real surprise and his shirt was missing most of its buttons but aside from that they actually looked to be salvageable, though he wasn’t sure where his belt had vanished- ah, there it was looped around the shower head. How had.. no, he’d deal with that later, preferably when the floor wasn’t proving so disagreeable.

Taking a few moment to collect the rest of his attire the elemental absently folded them over the bar of the shower curtain, a feat that was harder than it should have been when one hand was needed to keep balance and weariness tugged at your other limbs, but it wasn’t until he finished that he belatedly realized that Isabel had been talking.

“...I'm staying right here for sleeping now."

Hmm, sleep was actually sounding rather exquisite about now. How long had he been up now? A quick glance out the door showed Duskmoors silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed but no clock. He did note however that the bed was large enough for two even if the soubrette looked to have taken most of the blankets. “Is that how you always do sleeping?” It honestly didn’t look very comfortable with the hunched shoulders and crossed legs.

Barely even hesitating as he ignored the voice in the back of his mind warning what a terrible idea it was Simon flicked off the light in the bathroom and stumbled made his way over to the bed before laying down and resting a hand on the girl's shoulder to gently tug her back as well.

“This is way is better.” He informed her solemnly.

"Is that how your face always does sleeping?" she muttered, tipping the bottle back again while gripping the edge of the bed with her free hand to prevent the rest of herself from tipping along with it. Mattresses were much softer than floors which made them a lot more eager to tilt with the rest of the room and take their occupants down with them that much faster. Without a hand to anchor them the blankets slipped off her shoulders and down around her waist, but anchoring herself seemed more important even in the face of such an annoyance. Everything was always conspiring against her to make her life more difficult.

She had fully planned to ignore Zephyr as he clumsily clamored onto the bed beside her, at least until the bottle in her hand was empty. He was going on the floor whether he liked it or not but the risk of spilling while trying to kick him off the bed wasn't one worthwhile enough to be taking. It would be more satisfying to let him get comfortable before shoving him anyway. Maybe he'd even fall asleep first an then she could rub it in his face that he was totally doing sleeping wrong. It was a totally a very good and solid plan. Right up until he dropped a hand on her shoulder.

A startled squeak escaped when Zephyr tugged her backward, her legs unfolding into an ungraceful flail in an unsuccessful attempt to keep her balance and stay upright. Even trying to overcompensate and lean forward didn't work, the mattress conspiring with the young man against her and making it that much harder to stay upright. Her back hit the bed with a fwump and another squawk. Miraculously she somehow managed to keep the bottle held above her and untipped. They'd only just gotten dry and it would be a terrible waste to pour the stuff all over the bed and themselves. Then they both would've had to bunk on the floor and her most excellent plan would have fallen through.

"That's so just very rude," she accused, momentarily wriggling around as if trying to get back up. But the bed really was pretty comfortable and it made her tired body feel better than sitting had. Also the sudden drop had sent her head reeling again and her balance hadn't recovered enough to let her get back up yet. But mostly it was the comfortable thing. No, definitely the second thing. Comfortable and Zephyr were not things that mixed. Even if the blankets were starting to get nice and toastywarm and difficult to want to refuse. Or was it the other body creating the warmth? She chose to think it was the blankets. But mostly it was all about the dizzy thing.

"No things are better with you," she continued, attempting to both put a hand in his face and bring the bottle back down for another drink. It was mostly successful, at least with the bottle thing. She was concentrating hard enough on the task that she hadn't been paying much attention to the hand-facing, though that attempt was abandoned fairly quickly when some of the alcohol dribbled across her cheeks and she used the back of her free hand to swipe it from her skin. Trying to drink while lying down was way more difficult than it seemed like it should have been. Even so Isabel would much rather commit herself to the task and possibly fail a little than let herself listen to the nagging concern over sharing a bed with Zephyr. Again. Why was that a thing that kept happening?

"You're supposed to be putting your dumb butt on the floor." she reminded him, somehow finding herself lying on her side to face him. When had that happened? There was definitely no way she'd be able to continue trying to drain the bottle from her side so what had been the point of moving that way? Drunkbrain was a confusing and concerning thing. It was a good opportunity to plant a had against his chest and give a small shove, though. "Floor now, bye."

For an old, forgotten mattress, the bed was proving surprisingly comfortable,. If he didn’t know better he would have been tempted to call it cloud like. As Isabel fell back into the bed with a surprisingly high pitched ‘Eeeep!’ of surprise though, he was instead put in mind of some strange form of quicksand; once in it clutches there was no escape, only comfort. Something Isabel proved quite readily when she tried, and ultimately failed, to rise from her new and improved sleeping position, despite her whining complaints otherwise.

“I-----” A yawn dragged out the word and a hand was raised to cover it, except it wasn’t his own. Blinking in the dim light that leaked in from the corridor Simon eyes traced the warm hand against his mouth, rolling onto his side as he followed the errant limb back to Isabel's shoulder and caught sight of the soubrette draining a bottle like a lost soul in a desert, and spilling about the same amount.

Deciding to return the favour she’d given him the hessian reached out a hand to wipe away the excess drops from her cheek, only to find his arm knocked away as the gamine dealt with it herself, leaving his arm to rest across her chest and again realized just how much warmer she was; it must have been the blankets. Blankets which she still wasn’t sharing and were hardly fair to keep to herself; the lower levels were hardly warm after all.

"You're supposed to be putting your dumb butt on the floor."

Had he not already been on his side he would have cocked his head at the girls non sequitur. She really liked whining far too much, that was fine though; two could play at that game easily enough. Shrugging his shoulders he took a moment to look down his nose at his companion from his horizontal position before giving his best imitation of her Bostonian brogue.

“That’s so just rude Issie.” he chastised, mimicking her earlier words and giving an exaggerated shake of his head. “So rude,” he repeated drowsily as his hand clutched the blankets over her chest. “You’re not even shar’in the covers. He tugged at the item in question and the bunny girl went with the motion, keeping the duvet clutched tightly in both hands, rolling onto her side so they were face to face yet again and he could feel the torpor inducing heat falling off her, drawing out another yawn as he missed her next words.

He didn’t miss the hand on his chest though or the covers that came with it. Letting Isabel push him onto his back he used the motion to catch her arm and bring her along; pulling the generous warmth of her and the blankets on top of him and curling his other arm around her in a half hug. A grin crossed his lips as he made out the sleepy, confused expression on his partners face as she tried to process what had just happened and what to do before he rested his head on hers and closed the blankets around them.

“Goodnight Issie.”