A kick stirred Akne awake. The back of his head ached from once again being hit. Over the years, his head had suffered more blows than there were torn dresses in Ahmes' closet. It was a wonder that his head did not simply conform to the same of whatever was striking it.

Sitting up, Akne noticed the pitcher covering himself. The momentary confusion of this was soon overcome with the realization that he was still naked, but for the pitcher.

Looking around him, AKne noticed that there werer far more people in the watreing hole than usual. It was his usualy luck- a big crowd, and he was sitting on the floor unconscius in the nude.

Akne had heard of people having nightmares of having to perform their jobs in the nude. He had a friend in the army that had recurring dreams of going into battle that way. Tayfun had also told hikm he had dreams of working in the nude- although Akne could never really be sure what Tayfun's job was...professional drinker?

In any case, this was not a mere nighmare; it was reality. He was sitting on his floor, no clothing and with a raging headache from being struck several times on the noggin. To make matters worse, every patron was female, so it was not like he could borrow one of their hirts to help cover himself up
(although the idea did make him a bit ...happy).

Gathering what little self esteem he had, Akne threw it all aside and got up- the pitcher firmly held in place. Turning around, he then walked backward to his room. The hooting and hollering was quite deafening and Akne was sure he had turned several shades of red, but qith a quick push of the door, he was soon in his room, door closed behind him. Now if he could only get dressed without being further disturbed.