Athren couldn't really protest against what they were doing. His body was hot and his mind wasn't working enough to even get a word of reply out. The only thing he could do was try to keep his feet under him, which was also proving to be a hard endeavor...<br/><br/>Jolta awoke shortly after the three left the room. His ears pricked up and turned towards the sounds of walking feet, then he was up and hopping down from the table, following them quietly and standing in the doorway of the backroom as he quietly watched...his bright gold eyes not leaving his brother's seemingly drunken form.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what was wrong...but he was definitely sure 'something' was wrong.<br/><br/>(Gotta go to class be back in 4 hours)