Not. A. Shark. Doo-doo-doo-doo.

""Have enough fun? He parroted, confused. It took further explaining on her part for him to understand. When he did Hyperion was mystified at the notion. There was no such thing! He was of the opinion you didn't just have enough fun and go home at a party like this. No, you hung on until daybreak. Then and only then when you were absolutely destroyed did you crawl off somewhere to sleep it off or die, whichever you'd earned. "Me?" He laughed perhaps a little too hard at this. "Nah, I don't give up so easily."

Seeing Caelia lay down Hyperion decided that was a good idea for him too. No sooner had he thought it than he found himself on the ground beside her with no recollection of the essential movements that had gotten him there. He'd fallen into the position like a puppet with cut strings. The speed surprised him and he blinked hard, but after a moment's thought decided not to waste anymore time on it. That was part of the price of all this, no? He knew he was drunk. That had been the idea.

"What about you?" He smile cheekily at her. "Don't tell me you're the quitting type. The night's still...well not young, I guess, but it ain't over yet." Hyperion fell into rambling. "Who knows what could happen next, you know? I wouldn't wanna miss it. These don't happen as often as they should so who knows when I'll get to have another night like this. All these pretty, silly wolves doing pretty silly things." Having forgotten where he was going with all of that, Hyperion was quiet for a second before muttering, "I don't like missing out."