[color=a0410d][b]Morgan Rouge - Beacon Ballroom - Tuesday Morning[/b][/color]
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Yup, the hangover pixie was paying a visit.

She was lodged in Morgan’s skull and pounding his head relentlessly with a sledgehammer. He tried to open his eyes and immediately regretted the action as cursed sunlight filtered through his eye sockets and redoubled the pixie’s efforts towards clobbering his head back to senselessness. 

Licking his lips and arid mouth in a half-hearted attempt towards rehydration, Morgan felt his limbs were stiff from having slept through the night in slouch over his metal chest of belongings, his stomach rumbled with a queasy quality and worst of all, the rum was gone. But honestly I’ve been much worse, Morgan thought, straightening his back and noticing the groaning and slouched figures of some of his other party guests sprawled around his spot in the now lighted ballroom.

Closing his eyes Morgan focused and the pale red light of his aura washed over his body, settling his stomach, smoothing over the stiffness in his limbs and exorcising the pixie back to her demented realm. When his father and mother had first started feeding Morgan drink in line with the strong tradition of the Rouge’s, they’d been generous enough to teach him a little aura cheat to quickly stave off a hangover in the morning. Not everyone knew how to get the right amount of internal focus, but with a quick spurt of inner concentration localized around a body’s vitals, sailors had long figured out how to fight back against the evil machinations of the hangover pixie with mankind’s ancient defense against the horrors of night and day. The same trick actually worked to dissolve inebriation if Morgan needed to do something sober after a long drinking bout because for some reason his aura apparently thought alcohol was poisonous. 
A silly notion. But whatever worked.

Morgan would’ve typically tanked through the painful ministrations of the pixie, his father having long taught him to use the trick sparingly as taking what you earned built character, but he had a big day ahead of him and he wanted to be in peak condition.
Mind cleared and well-being restored, Morgan easily lifted the groaning form of one of the unluckier landlubbers, he hoisted the poor sod over his shoulder, and headed towards the nearest restroom. Along the way he winced, but chuckled as he watched Renji slapping an ailing Liam back to the world of the living with sharp and audible blow. He suspected the owl faunus would soon be trying to deal with his own visit from the pixie and he’d be red-faced from more than just alcohol.

“The bald one’s right you know,” Morgan cheerfully said in his usual boisterous. “It’s no time to be lollying about on the deck.”
Adjusting his heft of the groaning form laid out on his shoulder, Morgan extended his arm towards Liam to help hoist him over his other shoulder and make way towards the restroom to get their collective day started.

All around them other students were already stirring to wakefulness, with some of the early birds already geared up and ready to go.