Marachius Ainsley

The Next Morning

Marachius let out a quiet groan and pulled his pillow over his head. He and his roommates were just starting to wake up when the door had flown wide open with a bang and Nara and Leiana loudly entered.

“Rise and shine, buckos,” Nara called out as she plopped down on Kiernan’s cot. 

“Up-n-at ‘em, boys,” Leiana added as she landed on the foot of Marc’s cot.

“Shut up,” Lorn called out as he rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head.

“Oh ho,” Nara said with a grin. “You gents aren’t hung over, are ya’?”

“Maybe,” Marc answered sheepishly, looking out from under his pillow. “Why aren’t you two?”

“Because unlike you boys, we know how to hold our liquor,” Leiana said as she slapped at Marc’s leg under the blanket.

“Bollocks,” Brock called out as he sat up on his cot.

“Maybe,” Leiana smirked. “But that doesn’t matter. We’ve got less than a day of R&R, and we’re not going to let a little thing like a hangover get in the way.”

“We’re not?” Marc asked.

“No, we’re not. Now get up boys. Breakfast is waiting and then we’re going to figure out what to do with the rest of the day.”

The two women got up and started walking towards the door before Nara stopped and went back over to Marachius. 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot to give you this.” Nara pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Marachius. Marc cautiously took the paper and opened it.

“What’s this?”

“That waitress last night fancies you, soldier. That there’s her name and the hours that she works for the rest of the week.”

“Her..  wait. What?”

“Looks like you’ve got a new friend, soldier,” Nara said, slapping Marc on the shoulder before turning and heading out the door with Leiana.

“I do?”