The waking wolf tasted something funnying in his mouth, but as the saliva carried it off into the back of his throat he forgot about it, mostly because of the pounding headache he had, something his slumber had allowed him to ignore.<br/><br/>"Oh man, that's the last time I let Jon get me to drink Romulan Ale mixed with Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster," he said, lightly shaking his head, feeling something on it as the lump in his throat finally pushed through into his belly, where the four would fall into a sea of mush that smelled of exotic alcohols, as well as more normal party foods, including bologna and cheese sandwiches, and chocolate chip cookie cake.<br/><br/>"Hey not so loud," he complained to a shouting voice, moving a claw up to his head and scratcing until he plucked the caller off his head, holiding a humanish girl, little more than a decade old, by the looks of her.<br/><br/>"Well hello there," he said with a smile, and then regretted it as his hangover kicked back in. It was also going to make it hard to shrink, but luckily his stomach would start to feel better now that he was awake. The alcohol would work out of it, and then he would digest the contents of it.