Whatever happened after drinks-- or perhaps even some time before that, it was hard to tell-- A soft ukulele song played in her mind. In her dreams. A bongo joined in creating a wonderful tiki themed symphony. And then the bongos grew louder, and louder, and louder, overpowering the ukulele to the point where she couldn't hear it anymore. All she could hear were the drums. Then, the drums didn't quite sound like music anymore. They just sounded like... noise. Bangs. Crashes.
"What the..." The elf slowly blinked her green eyes open. She raised her head and a searing pain arced across her scalp. A hand rubbed a spot against the spot on her forehead just above the eyebrow. "... can you keep it down?"
Wait. She lived alone.
Confused, Atani began to sit up in her bed. Her sheets began to slip down, but not far enough that it became too revealing before the mage realized what sort of state she was in. Her cheeks suddenly grew red. She looked around and saw Zane still in her home along with a mess of fallen objects in his wake. Reaching down, she found a long shirt beside her bed and threw it on behind the protection of her covers.
"Oh gods, you're still here? You- We- ?" Atani slid to sit on the edge of her bed, legs dangling off the side, feet touching the ground. She shook her head of messy morning locks and buried it in the palm of her hand. "What are you doing around my stuff?"