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.
"'Chelle, you keep telling me I have the worst poker face you've ever seen, why do you need to cheat?" Lan is clearly amused.
Aaren is smiling fondly at them all, and there's a feeling of paternal warmth. (With a brief spike of something else, regret? But that's only for a moment.)
"Well, with me around she might need to cheat. My poker face is excellent."
He flashes Aaren a reassuring smile, it sounds like the appropriate response.
Percy smiles at her then drops into a perfectly neutral expression. He keeps it for half-a-minute, but his emoting produces no obvious tells.
She narrows her eyes slightly. "We'll see," she says, her tone bordering on ominous, but in a somehow playful manner.
Apparently sleep is stronger than Percy's attempts at interesting plays. He yawns too.
"I think it's time everyone was in bed. And yes, that includes you as well, Sparky. I don't care if you don't feel tired, lying down helps you and you know it."
"I am just very vulnerable to yawns," Percy says not yawning at mention of yawns like some people do. "But sleep is good, yes."
"Bathroom's just out here," 'Chelle says, walking backwards out the door and pointing to the door to her right.
"Thank you." Smile.
Percy gets in, tests the water, figures a temperature that's cold, but not too cold to get sick and proceeds to wash off quickly and thoroughly.
Percy thanks Lan through the door. If there is someone on the other side he will wrap a towel around his waist, but not bother about it otherwise.
Soon, he emerges clean and enpyjamas'ed.
"It's really no trouble," Aaren says as he leads the way up the stairs, and around the landing to the spare room - there's only three doors noticeable off the landing.
The spare room at the end of the hall is small, in a cosy way. There's a bed tucked against the wall behind the door, a bookshelf diagonal to that, with a chair next to it.
"Here we go, all yours."