Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, Bro!

Why was he asking her hard questions? Why did she do this to herself? Asla thought about it for a minute, a look of extreme concentration crossing her features. "Hmm..." As she thought, her paws stopped paddling in the air. Eventually she shrugged. "I w'sad. This stuff makes you happy." it had worked. She was happy, right?

Naiche eventually sighed and agreed to carry her. Aslatiels eyes widened and she couldn't help but grin. Her own private transportation. As she fought to get to her paws, rolling, waiting for the world to stop spinning, and standing, she heard the golden jerk talking to someone. Looking up, she blinked, then gasped. A girly squeal that would never have left her lungs if she was sober bubbled up. "Its paffgorn. Panfurm. Papcorm." She was of course talking about Pan. He was the cutest thing and melted even Aslas dirty little heart.

Without an ounce of grace, Asla climbed aboard Naiches back. She couldn't help it if her claws dug in here and there because honestly, she couldn't feel them. It was awkward, but she eventually figured out something that worked. Asla straddled the yellow wolf beneath her, a set of legs on either side with her belly pressed along the length of his spine. Her neck was craned to the side and her cheek was pressed against his neck. Pan could very well have sat on her instead of Naiche. Who was she to tell him no?