Bleary eyes blinked open and Goodman sucked in a breath that filled his chest. Panic gripped his heart for a hot moment as he realized he'd lost consciousness, yet the drink still fogged his mind so that he was slow to react. Where was he? he wondered sluggishly, gripping the back of the black leather couch to pull himself up to a seated position. Then he looked at the black tree with its pretty purple lights and he remembered. Right. The party.<br/><br/>Not knowing how long he'd been asleep for and feeling too hazy on everything to form a concrete thought, Goodman suddenly knew that he had to get out of there. He didn't hear them now but if he'd been out for any length of time, who knew when they'd show up.<i><span style="font-family:Aref Ruqaa">The Hund</span></i>. He couldn't hear the baying of hunting hounds but he looked anxiously at the corners of the room, looking for what he couldn't see there. It would be rude to leave so soon, and they hadn't done the gift exchange yet, but the evening had been effectively soured for him. He needed to get moving if he was going to stay ahead of his pursuers.<br/><br/>Swiveling to drop his feet onto the ground and unfolding his long, lanky legs from the couch to stand, Goodman swayed and quickly grabbed the couch to steady himself. Then he walked on slow, shambling feet to the dining table, running his hand over the shock of white mohawk sticking up from his crown.<br/><br/>"Sorry to tuck out so early, Jen, but um...I think I need to go...." Legba huffed, pawing at Dawn for smooches and Goodman glanced that direction with a nervous shiver. "I can't stay," he said in a low voice to the party hostess. The smile he put on was forced and strained.