Nevada sits in a front pew, hands cupped over his harmonica. He's playing some Springsteen.

Not that she would recognize Springsteen, but Yi enters the church with a quiet latch of the door. She stands at the door for a moment, listening to the harmonica before brushing off a small bead of sweat from travelling.

The young Galliard doesn't appear to notice her arrival just yet. He plays on, oblivious. A scrap of crumpled paper sits beside him on the pew.

Yi pulls out the kazoo from her pocket, listening to the tones of the harmonica playing. After a few more notes she brings the kazoo to her lips and plays the same notes from previous, though in a more scratchy, buzzing sound emanating from the plastic musicmaker.

Nevada jumps a mile. He rubs his forehead where he hit himself with the harmonica, twisting around in his seat. He blows out an easy laugh. "You scared the hell outta me," he says.

Yi removes the kazoo from her lips and laughs, coming down the center aisle and settling down next to Nevada. "Jay's not at his apartment, so I thought he might be here. But I guessed wrong," she says with a thoughtful tone.

"Tink he left a note," Nevada says, picking up the crumpled bit of paper. He hands it to her.

Yi takes the crumpled piece of paper and reads. "Perrin. He is that mage who healed him, right?" She thinks, reading the note over. "I should visit Perrin, and thank him for healing Jay. It is sort of my fault that Jay was hurt in the first place."

"Perrin's a great guy, ya," Nevada says, nodding. He smiles at her, sidelong. "T'aint ya fault, Mulan. Dese tings happen, yanno? It's the Wyrm's fault, what it is."

"I hope I meet him sometime. He is a friend of Jarred's, right? Maybe we will be invited to his apartment someday," she muses.

Nevada nods. "Well, he betta be gettin somethina eat ova dere, 'coz dere ain't gonna be nothin lefta dis Mickey Dees by the time we get trough it." He pockets the harmonica, then reaches under the pew for a brown paper bag of McDonalds fast food, cooled just right. "Ya like nuggets?"

Yi blinks, slipping the kazoo back to its spot in her pockets. "Nuggets?" she questions, before spotting the familiar golden arches of fast food-dom that even reach to HK. "Ah, MacDonald's," she notes.

Nevada wiggles the bag a little. He reaches in, pulls out a green paper box of 20 piece chicken nuggets. This he hands to Yi.

Yi takes the box with a nod of thanks, opening it and sampling the 'chicken' nuggets.

Nevada has never been sure just what the hell they are. He just knows they're good. He helps himself to his own box of nuggets. "Heggh," he says mischeviously through a mouthful of chicken,"Wannda thee wud iin my mouf?"

Yi swallows quickly before turning to the galliard and blinking. Her raised eyebrows ask her question for her.

Nevada says "Ahhhhh."

Yi closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again in a slow blink. She peers closer into the galliard's mouth, like a dentist would. "Something stuck?" she asks curiously, teasingly, reaching up with her hand towards the cub's mouth.

Nevada swallows with a gulp, coughing a little as he laughs. "Ya supposed ta freak out," he advises.

Yi laughs, giving the galliard a pat on the shoulder instead. "The food might be scary, but it is nothing compared to what they may serve in some restaurants back home," she chuckles before almost inhaling another nugget.

"Do ya folks really eat dogs?" Nevada asks with a slight wince, popping another nugget in his mouth.

Yi chews on half a nugget, swallowing before she answers. "Yes," she says, "But I don't. For reasons you can figure out."

The door to the church opens up, lurching footsteps passing through as a drowsy moan as his lumbering foosteps are painstakingly slow, stumbling a bit as his head pounds.

Nevada licks his fingers, starting to hunt around in the bag for ketchup packets. The kid loves ketchup. "Bet we taste jus like chicken, though," he says,"I mean, everyting does.. " It takes him a moment to notice Jay's arrival, but when he does, he cracks a grin. "Hey, Jaybird. Did you get hit by a bus or what? I keep tellin ya, look both ways, man."

Yi turns, half a nugget clutched between her fingers halfway to her mouth. Her mouth closes at the sight of Jay. "Jay?" she gets up, pops the nugget in her mouth and swallows quickly before hurrying over and helping him. "What happened? Are you ok?"

Jay waves them both off, slumping down into a pew, leaning his head back as he swallows a deep breath of fresh air. He smells like well..beer..a *lot* of beer...FIVE cans to be exact. And, something else. Whats that? Sex...? Hrm..He simply sits there, rubbing his temples with his fingers, not saying a word.

Nevada slips off the pew when it becomes clear Jay isn't just groaning and moaning like usual. He doesn't look good at all. "Woah, Jay, you OK? Say something."

Jay groans slightly. "I gotta fucking head ache." He says under his breath, rubbing his temples once more, then leans forward, rolling into a ball on the pew, his head plopping down onto a bible.

Yi sniffs, the smell of alcohol obvious in her nostrils since Little Tim appeared in the church as well. "Jay's had one too many beers," she says to

Nevada as she watches him. "Or, maybe one pack too many. Perrin must be a heavy drinker."

Nevada winces, but tries not to look too amused. Jay the Boy Scout, drunk like a skunk. "Want me to run get ya some asprins?" he asks, folding his arms.

Jay shakes his head slowly as he shifts into his glabro form through an act of strain and will, his muscles bulging against his clothes. The shift will burn away the effects quicker and sober him up, until then, he's stuck seeing the world spin and his head splitting.

"He should be fine in the morning, but you should drink some water," she says to Jay, patting him softly on the shoulder.

"Eh, always hurts worse'n the morning," Nevada says with a slight smirk, heading towards the stairs.

Jay lightly breathes as he sighs heavily, one arm drooping over the side of the pew, his legs writhing up, then draws to his hips as he curls in a ball. He looks like shit and definitly smells like it. "MMmmm'llbefine." He says in a mummer under his breath.

The old church creaks as the Galliard mounts the stairway to the balcony, sounds of rustling heard from above. He descends, carrying a comfortable, somewhat torn old blanket. It smells like autumn. Burnt leaves. Nevada crosses the aisle, draping the blanket over Jay's miserable form.

Jay snuggles into the blanket, drawing it about him tightly as he snores lightly, his bangs a mess about his face.

Yi leans down and brushes the bangs on Jay's face aside, cleaning up his appearance minutely. She chuckles and glances at Nevada. "I wonder if it is wise to be here in the morning."

"Na, prolly not," Nevada says with a shrug. "I plan to dress him up in drag afta he nods off, anyway." He pauses, mocks surprise. "Woops, was dat out loud?"

Jay continues to sleep peacefully on the pew, his eyes twitching behind closed lids.

[And I leave you imagining what happened after. *evil grin* No, we didn't. Honest. Really!]