Lori was completely oblivious of the gazebloom’s condition as she greeted her larger friend, chatting with him about the upcoming drinks. Then, the conversation she was dreading came to happen. She groaned as he mentioned her not remembering anything from 301. She swore it was because of the enchantment, putting her in a drunken, she supposed blackout, state, but when she realized that he knew about her missing memories, something she hadn’t told him, a confused expression was all she could provide in a response almost immediately after the embarrassed groan. When he explained the real reason for her blackout, Lori could only gape at him, incredulous that a professor, or anybody for that matter, was able to do something like that. So...depending on the monster, her mind might not always be her own. That caused a new rush of insecurity and discomfort.<br/><br/>When Lawrence mentioned her wallet and jacket, Lori nodded in agreement. She definitely would need those things if they were going out. So the two walked back to her and Hugh’s dorm room while the other two went on ahead. She explained to Lawrence about what she thought had happened, and what the dean had done for her with regards to her book. As they turned into the hallway of dorms, she shifted the topic of conversation back a bit towards the beginning. “Listen, Lawrence, could you do me a favor?” She began as they neared the door to her room, turning to him only after she had opened it. “You think you could just...forget what happened in 301?” She shrugged, chewing on her bottom lip, a look of concern in her brows. She didn’t know the details of what had happened or what she did, but she was certain she’d made a fool of herself in front of the centaur that she was so fond of, especially while being intoxicated by the dean’s charm on her. A part of her didn’t want to know what had happened. “If I said or did anything embarrassing, I’d really appreciate if we simply pretended like none of it happened.” She explained as she rummaged through her things, bending over to pick up her denim jacket, which had been lazily tossed to the floor a few feet from her bed some time ago, before draping it over her shoulders, and then grabbing her wallet from her desk and slipping it into her jacket pocket.<br/><br/>Once ready to leave, she approached Lawrence once more, sighing, “if I had been drunk due to my own actions, then I’ll live with the consequences. But, with Dragul’s interference, things were a bit more out of my control so I think I’d rather not know about it....not yet at least.” She added that bit because despite her discontent with the way the class had been run, there certainly was a small amount of curiosity.<br/><br/>—————————————————————<br/><br/>Meanwhile, at the bar where Hugh and the smaller Lawrence were headed, they were not the only ones taking their Friday night out for alcohol. The establishment was one that many preferred to spend their time to unwind, let loose, and shed the stresses of the work/school week. It was a large place with multiple rooms and two floors. When one first walked in, it seemed like any ordinary old pub, casual, dim lighting but still visible, fairly quiet save for the bit of music bleeding in from the other room. To the right was a bar that stretched the entirety of the room where three bartenders were serving customers sitting at the stools or cutting in between to get for their tables. The tables were to the left. They were tall and big enough only for drinks and a few snacks for a small group of people that stood around them, drinking and chatting. Most of the clientele that occupied this room were those who had traveled here straight from work or class, still in typical daily clothing (suits, jeans, etc). Many would find themselves staying in this room for the entire night, but a few would trickle their way back further through a doorway into the next room, which was only barely visible through the drapery of beads that one had to walk through.<br/><br/>In that next room, the lights were completely dark save for the flashing of disco lights and strobes, the music, played by a disc jockey situated in a booth overlooking the crowd, was loud, drowning out all the voices within, and bumping. Majority of the individuals here were the kind that pregamed, dressed specifically for the dance floor, and for more. When one first entered through the doorway, the first thing seen would be a wall of monsters dancing, making eyes at each other, drinking their drinks of choice (and possibly spilling some of it too). If made past the wall, and ventured further into the throng, one would find less clothing and more grinding, and more bumping, as the group moved with the music in a way much less inconspicuously as they quenched more than just their thirsts for alcohol. It was a pit of sweat and sensuality, filled with tangled up arms and legs, fins and feathers, claws and tentacles, alike. If one looked up, one would find that the ceiling in here was much higher than the first room and along the sides were a railing, against which there were more monsters milling about, sitting or standing, drinking, chatting, dancing, and more.<br/><br/>Finally, back in the first bar, next to the beaded doorway and receded back a bit, was a set of stairs that led to that second floor balcony. The balcony ran around the entirety of the second room, allowing one to look over and watch the dance floor and its participants at all angles. There were sit down tables situated along both the wall and the railing, a place where groups of people could sit and enjoy a meal with their beverages, while glancing down if they so chose to do so, but all got to enjoy the music and festivities here without the discomfort of a tightly packed crowd.<br/><br/>This bar, the hub for all monsters of all kinds to enjoy themselves, was called The Heavenly Fount. Though there were many regulars who liked to unofficially call it Devil’s Pit.