Sophia, who was becoming quickly more and more bored, decided it was time to go see what Fin was up to. He couldn't possibly be asleep, it was so late! But she had no better place to start looking than on the sofa-bed where she'd left him that morning.
Partiers were already beginning to drop onto their respective couches and drift off, Sophia went through the coat rooms quietly to avoid waking anyone up. Out here the sound of snoring nearly drowned out the sound of the music still playing (randomly) from the main room.
Sophia approached the sofa-bed quietly, laughing under her breath. There he was, still sleeping in the unnatural position she'd left him in that morning, one arm flung out over an imaginary companion.
She reached out and shook his shoulder. His eyes opened slowly and he murmured, "I didn't mean to call you Lisa... I know your name's Michelle..." Sophia laughed out loud and flopped down on the edge of the bed.
"If you don't get up this minute, I'm going to fold this up with you inside it!" she threatened.
"Sophia?" he asked groggily, squinting up at her. She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet, delivering a sharp kick to the end of the bed. It folded back up with a creak, leaving the bored Sophia to drag her sleepy escort back to the party.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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