Rosen stretched a little, "Yep, I'm clubbing tonight," he decided.

"... I thought you didn't want to be here," Long noted.

"Another one-night stand can't hurt," he stated in a voice that oddly chilling.

Long paused before nodding a bit. "... I'll head back to the Juttle then," he decided. "... Do you want your shirt?"

Rosen shorted, "It'd just come right back off," he stated without turning around.

Long nodded again before stopping and turning back toward the Juttle.

By the midmorning, there was still no sign of Rosen back at the Juttle.

Long continued to stay by the Juttle in case someone tried to contact them.

No one contacted them and Rosen didn't return from his one night stand.

In the early afternoon Long finally went looking for Rosen. He went to the clubs that were most likely to draw Rosen's attention first. Someone had to remember him.

Surprisingly few people remembered him at all, which was odd considering how much he must have stuck out. Eventually Long learned that Rosen had taken a girl upstairs at a particularly flashy bar.

So Long followed the trail, going to the bar and heading up the stairs in his sweater and tight pants to find Rosen.

Eventually Long found the right room, it reeked of alcohol. Rosen was sitting on the floor, facing the bed and surrounded by bottles. On the bed, wrapped up on sheets, was a woman who appeared to be unconscious. Rosen took a big swig as Long walked in, his eyes staying focused on the girl.

Long walked into the room slowly, not keeping his presence hidden. "... We should head back," Long told him quietly.

Rosen paused, "It's ironic," he spat out before taking another large sip.

Long didn't say anything as he walked over to Rosen, figuring he would need help getting up.