There are many people that a gang could set upon on a night, and even get away the victors. But even with the advantage of numbers, attacking the four tipsy people who'd been weaving down the street has turned out to be very much the wrong decision. Because the four tipsy people are in fact military trained. That they're tipsy barely impedes their reactions. It doesn't take them long to have it over with, breathing a little rushed, faces flushed with adrenaline and grins.
"We've got a couple of options for tomorrow," Aaren says once they're done. "I can get you transferred to your new school."
(That's met by a muted, theatrical groan from 'Chelle.)
"Or you can take the day, and I'll introduce you to Ange."
"Somewhat, call it a hunch, I think meeting Ange is going to be the more interesting option."
"Ange's it is then. I'll let her know." There's a sense that he had already told Ange that this was the plan.
'Chelle beams. "So, the Ogg family in Pratchett is massive. And they have a variety of ongoing spats. But the minute anyone outside the family becomes involved, the entire Ogg family turns on them like a well-oiled machine. Which is exactly what we're like. With less internal feuding."
Aaren checks his watch. "Well. I'm going to head to bed. Whether or not you three do the same is up to you. Sparky, please at least try to sleep?"
"Not wrong," Lan agrees cheerfully, grabbing the remote and finding a cartoon - pretty much exactly at random.
"Lan falling asleep on the couch on someone's shoulder and/or lap is a longstanding tradition around here."
"In that case, allow me to participate in it for the first time before many."
Snuggle?