Jack looked up at the ceiling of the Arcadia penthouse suite, letting his brain slowly come to full wakefullness. This process was sped along by the small blue face that appeared (upside down, naturally) in his field of vision.<br/><br/>"Are ye awake now?" asked Horace the Cheese. Against his better judgement, Jack had asked about the origin of Horace's name, and been informed that Horace was<em>part cheese, on his fathers' side</em>, thus receiving his introduction to the fine old Pictsie tradition of lying through your teeth.<br/><br/>Jack considered this for a moment before replying. "No. No, I'm still asleep."<br/><br/>The wiry blue face split in a wide grin. "That's the way. We'll make a proper liar of you in no time. Ye shouldne go for such obvious ones though."<br/><br/>Jack eyed the small blue Pictsie. "I talk in my sleep all the time. I'm doing it now."<br/><br/>"Aye, ah can be seeing that." came the reply, along with an approving nod. "Now, you need to be getting yourself up. Ye have company arriving soon."<br/><br/>"I do what now?" asked Jack, proping himself up and turning to watch the Pictsie sprint along the bed and hurl himself off with wild abandon. "Hey, time out. What company?"<br/><br/>"Och, tis just a cousin on yours." came another voice from the small table that stood beside the bed. Jack turned to regard the nominal leader of the band, Ruairi. The Pictsie picked up Jacks phone and tossed it to him. "She sent you a message on here while ye were asleep. We sent her one back and told her where you were staying. I expect she'll no be much longer."<br/><br/>"And you didn't think to mention this to me?" enquired Jack. "And how did you learn to work my phone for that matter?"<br/><br/>"Course we did. We mentioned it just now." replied Ruairi.<br/><br/>"And we learned to work the phone by watching you." announced Daft Willy, popping up beside Ruairi. "How else were we going to order Pizza when you're no about?" and smiling widely. "An we don't even steal it."<br/><br/>Jack arched an eyebrow at this announcement. In his short time knowing the Pictsies they'd shown a cheerful willingness to steal anything that wasn't nailed down.<br/><br/>"We don't." Daft Willy responded, looking hurt. "Memorising your cred-it card numbers was hard work. We deserve pizza for that."<br/><br/>Jack sat up and looked at the discarded pizza boxes on the floor, and the empty whiskey bottles beside them. "Please tell me you guys didn't go into the mini bar. That stuff is insanely overpriced."<br/><br/>"Nah, we didne do that." replied Big Yin from somewhere beyond the foot of the bed. "We went out an stole those. Just to keep in practice, ye ken?"<br/><br/>Jack drew a long breath and exhaled it slowly. "I'm going to go take a shower. If my ... cousin ... arrives, and won't have a heart attack at seeing you lot, let her in. Anyone else can wait." He pushed the covers aside and headed for the bathroom.