With Gwyneth reeling just outside the entrance of the dark dungeon, Adelina was infected by her non-stop giggling, and she lost herself in a clattering fit of laughter, one that hit the walls of the dungeon and made its way deep inside its depths.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"Oops..."</span></span>The realisation of what she just did forced its way through the haze of her drunkenness, but it wasn't nearly enough to make her snap out of it. As she put her hand in front of her mouth, she giggled through her fingers, as if her laughter itself had been the most funny joke she had ever told.<br/><br/>Adelina slapped her friend's ass, hard, and giggled some more.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"You go first!"</span></span>She nudged Gwyneth on by poking her elbow in the girl's side, and eventually even pushed her drunken friend through the old, stone arch that was the dungeon entrance. Adelina then stumbled inside herself, her silver sword Magiste dangling loosely at her side, the drunken girl barely still aware of the cold metal hilt that touched her hip.<br/><br/>A grin on her face, Adelina put her index finger in front of her lips.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"<em>Ssssssssht! </em>They'll... hear us..." </span></span>Upon finishing that sentence, Adelina burped, which made her double over in laughter. At this point, she had all but forgotten why they were there. If they had asked her then and there, she would have told people she was just following Gwyneth at this point. Too bad her friend was as inebriated as she was...