The concept of a good night sleep was a completely foreign ideal for the Southern-born boy. Due to the constant danger he adapted to taking only short 4-hour naps driven by fear... Fear that something might happen to his family when he was not aware. Yet, all that worrying, all that stress was eliminated by one simple pillow. A pillow that cradled him like clouds, a blanket that caressed him with the suns gentle rays, a bed that made him feel like he was floating in a vast and still ocean.

When his eyes fluttered open he immediately realized that he wasn't home. The ceiling was made of light brown wood, and the walls were a plain white. He sat up to get a better view of the room he was in. He searched intently in the haze that was his memory for how he had gotten there, and for why he was shirtless. His scar ridden body exposed for everyone to see.

Well, it could've been worse. He thought before feeling someone next to him shift under the blanket. He was not alone.

He reflexively jumped out of bed with the grace of a cat that had just been sprayed with water. He watched as the person slowly emerged from the sheets and his jaw dropped when he realized who it was.

With short brown hair and a petite face. The morning light illuminated her pale naked skin. Their eyes locked on to each other as they stared for a good minute. Worry began to come over the girls face as she noticed her nudity, and once she fully came to her senses, she let out a panicked scream that startled Mohammed.

"Looks like you two are up bright and early. I made breakfast." Nami announced, standing in the door frame with an amused look on her face.

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Moe walked into Nami's house with a brown-haired girl hanging on to him for support. He himself was shirtless, due to the earlier fight. Even his new sweater was reduced to ash.

The girl he carried was apparently someone he had met during the party. She was so drunk that she couldn't walk to save her life. Close to passing out if it hadn't been helped by Moe moving her around so much. Nami went upstairs to prepare a room for the Southerner and chose a room without voice command. The guest room wasn't cleaned as often as other rooms, but at the state he was in, she knew he wouldn't mind a little dirt. Climbing back downstairs to inform the two on the sleeping arrangements she saw Moe had already laid her down on one of the couches. Letting her sleep there was an option, but Nami couldn't trust a random stranger to sleep, unguarded, in a lounge with so many valuables.

"There is a room waiting for you upstairs. It's the only room with a wooden door to the left so you won't miss it." She noticed how exhausted he was and figured that he'd sleep fine without dinner. His eyelids looked ready to close at any moment and his slouch made it look like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Moe placed his hand on her shoulder as he walked past her towards the stairs.

"Thanks for not asking." Slipping on the third step Nami rushed to catch him. She caught him before he could injure himself and threw his arm over her shoulders for support. She could tell that his scars were deep by just looking at them, and the rough feeling they left on her hand as her fingers brushed over the grooves of his ribs only supported this idea.

"C'mon buddy we're almost there." She walked him upstairs and to the room in which he threw himself on the bed and immediately passed out. Nami giggled at how vulnerable he was at that moment. Moe didn't seem like the type to let his guard down. Even as they ascended the stairs, she felt how tense he was. Now he was as vulnerable as a newborn baby. She covered him with a blanket before going back to get the girl Moe brought with him. He went back for her after the incident in the alleyway, not giving much of an explanation other than 'she is a friend'. She wasn't comfortable with letting her into Aldred's house, but Moe looked like he wouldn't leave without her. Despite saying he needed a place to sleep.

Offer your hand and they'll take your arm. I should really work saying no. She figured. Her Name was May, right? Nami thought as she went to go help the grown woman up. They were able to make it upstairs with only minimal missteps, but their good fortune ran out the second she spewed out her stomach all over Aldred's floor, and some on her sweatpants. The smell itself was enough to make Nami nauseous, but it had an addition of undigested food making the yellow liquid look chunky.

You're a good person, you're a good person, you're a good person. She repeated to herself as she fantasized about throwing the girl down the stairs.

Nami lifted her gaze from the vomit and slowly made her way around it with May. She entered the main bathroom and sat her down on the toilet.

"My head hurts." May mumbled in a drunken slur.

Nami first had to get her clean and put her to bed before anything else happened. Nobody would want to sleep in a bed that smelled like puke. She also didn't want any trouble with Aldred. With a loud sigh and groan she began to undress the drunken lady. She didn't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky that she was only wearing an easy to remove dress...with nothing underneath.

Her opinion on the female was already low to begin with, and yet it was still able to drop even further after the reveal. The title of human filth felt was a little too harsh, but whatever title Nami could give her was not far off from that.

She put the dress in the washing machine, allowing May to release whatever she had left in the toilet. Once she was done, she readied the shower. Nami considered just hosing her down with some cold water but had to keep reminding herself that she was a "good" person.

She helped May into the shower and sat her down inside it. She removed the shower head from its holder and began hosing her down with some warm water.

"No mama, I'm tired of taking showers with you, I'm a big girl." May cried trying to crawl out of the shower. Nami pushed her back in but May stood up and grabbed Nami causing them both to fall and Nami to get wet.

Perfect, Just fucking Perfect! Nami could feel her patience running thinner by the second. Dealing with drunk people was not how she wanted to end such a good night.

Aldred would flip if he knew I brought people over. He would flip if he knew I went to that party. He would flip if he knew that I tried out drugs for the first time. I wonder how many flips he'd do. Chuckling at the thought Nami continued washing herself and the grown woman.

After that whole ordeal she covered May in a towel and took a mop to go clean the mess she made. Even though he's my uncle I'm sure he'd kick me out if he smelt vomit on his floors. I wonder how much I'd make off selling my body? Imagine that, Blacksilver Nami, first silver female silver medallist in the Kami cup on "ForFans", bet lots of thirsty men would sell their kidney for a feet pick. She chuckled at herself. Not in a million years. The floor was spotless again, and now was time to put the drunken broad to sleep. Should be easy enough. She threw the woman's arm over her shoulder and began walking over to her room.

"I'll sleep here tonight." May came to a sudden halt as they passed by the room Moe slept in. She walked into the room without a second word and got under the blankets with Moe.

Should I do something...Nah, she's Moe's problem now. She closed the door and went straight into her room afterwards.

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"And that's the story." Nami said, her back turned to the two as she focused on breakfast. Not a single word had been exchanged between them ever since they awoke and that silence worsened after Nami's retelling of last night's events.

May borrowed one of Aldred's shirts for the meantime as she was waiting for her dress to dry. It was one of Aldred's lumberjack shirts, but it was big enough to serve as a dress for the short female.

In retrospect everyone looks short compared to Aldred, but that's neither here nor there. Nami had to catch her thoughts from wandering as was always the case when she started cooking.

Moe borrowed one of Nami's black turtleneck to hide his scars, Though he was taller than Nami his skinny build allowed the turtleneck to be a perfect fit. After a short while Breakfast was served. Nami had made pancakes with some French toast, scrambled eggs, and some sausage fingers.

"So, since you two are too awkward to sort out your mess tell me what happened last night at the party." She sat down across from them with an intrigued look in her dark chocolate eyes.

"Did Moe feel you up before being caught by your jealous ex?" She was just throwing suggestions in the air, not knowing how close it landed.

"How low do you think I am?" Moe asked feeling unfairly targeted.

"You're from the South." Moe looked at her in disappointment, his eyes narrowing into a frown.

"And here I am thinking you'd be different." Moe had whispered that out, but Nami heard him loud and clear.

"I can't believe I'm acting like a stupid high school girl. We are all adults here so I should at least act like one." May said as she gathered her confidence to speak.

"So, are you gonna tell me what happened?" Nami asked. May looked at Moe who gave her a nod and sighed.

"Well, we were in the bathroom getting..."busy" and I was about to... y'know..."pleasure Moe" and..." Nami was getting a little flustered as she continued, a mischievous smirk painting itself on her lips as she tried to play a brave face to hide her immaturity.

"She vomited all over my new jersey." Moe said, still feeling a bit sour about that part. May immediately turned red from embarrassment, burying her face in her arms to hide her fluster.

"I'm so sorry." She squeaked. Moe brushed it off and continued with the rest of the story.

"After that some asshole walked in on us and went to go report it to his boss or something. Next thing I know some big-backed bastard is picking a fight with me, and I socked him in the face I didn't notice I was surrounded until the big dude from our school kicked me out." Moe concluded from his side of the story. May blinked in confusion as everything after she vomited was still a haze. She couldn't even remember getting into bed with Moe.

"Hey, we didn't... y'know?" May asked, too embarrassed to finish the sentence. Nami's face lit up in intrigue as she turned to Moe for an answer, now unable to hide the smile she had on her face.

Moe looked at her curiously before answering. "I don't think we did." Nami turned away in disappointment.

"Oh, good. I don't think I'd live with myself if I did... not that you're ugly or anything, I'd just feel bad for taking advantage of you like that." May looked at her food, unable to keep eye contact with him.

"How boring." Nami sighed out.

"I heard that." Moe's comment fell on deaf ears as Nami walked back to the stove.

The fog of silence began falling over them as neither uttered a word after Nami's exit. May twirled her fork around the food almost as if she was lost in thought and Moe studied her features out of intrigue. She was far from ugly; her small figure only enhanced her cute features. Like the freckles that spotted over her nose and her pink lips that quivered as she thought. Her bangs obstructed Moe from properly seeing her eyes and though her hair was short, almost boy like even, she remained as cute as a fairy.

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"The guy you fought last night, he is not really my boyfriend or anything weird like that." May clarified, snapping Moe out of his daze and getting a curious look from him.

"He was sent there to keep an eye on me." Moe nodded in understanding. It wasn't unusual for gang leaders to take refuge in the North while managing a gang in the South. This allowed them to get a steady income in the North while receiving power and money in the South. That was his dad's initial goal before getting arrested, one of the many reasons he hated that man.

"I really am sorry about your shirt." May apologized after a brief silence.

"It's fine, I'm not gonna hold you to it." Moe said.

"Gimme your number so I can call you when I'm free." May said as she took out her phone from her purse.

"Uhm sure, but do you really want your free time to be spent with someone like me?" Moe asked.

"I owe you a shirt so we should go shopping for one sometime." May suggested, finding the perfect excuse to kill the tension between them.

"It's okay, you really don't have to." A slow guilt began building in Moe. Should I really take advantage of her like that? He considered.

"I don't have to but, I want to, can't a girl clear her conscious?" Seeing that she wouldn't take no for an answer, he passed her a smirk.

"You should taste the food. Nami is an excellent cook." Moe said with a mouth full of pancakes.

May took a bite of her pancake and liked it immediately. She wrapped up a sausage finger with a pancake and chomped down on it. She soon found herself wolfing down the entire meal. Moe watched the pure animosity that was happening right next to him and marvelled at how a small little thing like her had such an enormous appetite.

"Oh myy gahhhd this is so good!" Her gleeful cheer stopped when she noticed Moe staring and instantly got embarrassed.

"Hey! Stop staring!" She said giving Moe a light push.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it." May's eyes went wide as her blush deepened. She straightened herself and put on a seductive smile on her face.

"Let me get in a few drinks before you start making comments like that!" She smacked his chest as he chuckled. A mischievous smile started coming over her.

"Y'know, maybe we can still salvage what we were doing last night... before we got disturbed." She said as her voice got flirtatiously low. A grin painted itself on Moe's face as he got closer to her.

"Maybe we can." Nami commented just as Moe was about to cup her cheek.

"As much as I'd like a front row seat, I'm afraid you've overstayed your visit." Somehow, she had managed to sneak in front of them and neither noticed until she spoke up. She had a dish towel wrapped around her neck and her eyes looked up to them in anticipation.

"Maybe some other time then." May slid her number over to Moe before getting up to leave.

"An Uber will be coming to fetch you soon. I'll get your dress for you." Nami said going back upstairs.

"Uhm Moe, I don't mean to be invasive but are you two dating?" May asked. Moe gave her a questioning look.

"In all honesty I don't know what we are. We only met last night and even then, we met with her foot on my neck." Moe said still mad about that part of their meeting.

"Ohhh, so why did she bring you back to her place despite not knowing anything about you?"

"Honestly, I'm as clueless as you are, I'm just glad I found a place to sleep for the night." Moe didn't notice the smile that crept on his lips, nor did he notice just how intently May stared at him.

"Well then, I guess that means I have nothing stopping me from doing this." May walked back Moe and straddled him in his seat. Moe's hands slipped under her borrowed shirt and felt that she still had nothing under, so logically they snacked around her hips and grabbed a handful of ass. She brought Moe's face up by the chin and looked deep into his amber-colored eyes.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Moe asked before she planted her lips on his, He could feel his bulge press uncomfortably against his jeans as his hands played with the softness of her cheeks. She pulled away from the kiss and looked at him.

"We don't mention him when we're together, kay?" Moe remained silent, wearing an unimpressed look on his face.

She smiled before bending down to kiss him again when a light fabric wrapped itself across her face as it came flying in at high speeds.

"You two had your chance yesterday, now get dressed and get out of my house." May giggled before climbing off Mohammed.

"Yes sir." She said as she passed by Nami. Who stared at her with a scowl.

She twirled around gesturing a phone on her ear and wording out "Call me to him." Nami could only role her eyes at their exchange with a light smile on her lips.