"LAME!" bellowed the guitarist, playfully thwacking Reizu over the head. "Come have some fun with us..." Still, Chris's words fell on deaf ears as the wolfeasel had already left. "Meh, whatever."<br/><br/>He dashed into the showers and returned a couple of minutes later, hair back to its usual blond floppiness, and him clad in a rather suitable "Orgasmotron" tank top and jeans. "I somehow can't imagine you drunk...but I can imagine it'll be hilarious."