After the Legends' day of hardship duties for the good of the blood sport. As they say, the games a game and you have signed up for it and must face the commitment to kill and entertain.

The night reached its peak as it became pitch black, leaving only one room to be lit up in the dropship which consisted of some legends around the middle table.

It was quite a busy atmosphere as everyone was talking individually about their own problems or idea or whatnot.

Also appeared that others were a bit too intense of the alcohol should we say, to which only Kyrie and Crypto were the only ones drinking around the table.

Kyrie held her beer tightly at the bottom and swayed from left to right in her leg crossed sitting position. She showed evidence of relentless drinking as even her eyes shut down mid sentences.

"Ay who would've thought, this hacker guy is also a chill drinker ehh??!!" She nudged for fully at the one she was addressing.

The other looked over worryingly at the two especially for the way Valkyrie was handling the weaker one.

Crypto's head was pulling him down, feeling heavier and heavier as he tried harder to reach for another glass of liquor. The more he craved, the worse it had gotten.

He ended up sliding down, knocking down the glass of contained delicious poisoning and dropped his head onto the table with a nasty slamming sound against the wood.

He was dazed to a whole new planet at this point, face flushed and his eyes still wandering off into space and rejecting to sleep away.

"Oh shit! Yo! Hacker man! Wake up it's not even round 6." Kyrie patted his back, actually hitting it.

While the others looked at the mess unfolding in front of them, Ramya and Makoa decided to step in and put this to an end. Party was over.

"C'mon now! Ain't it time to stop already? The guy is wasted now. Practically sleeping on the table!" Makoa pointed out while thinking carefully if what to do immediately.

Gibby scanned around and eyed Elliott who was washing the glasses that were used before. He looked at the solution before him and shook his head at the other.

"Hey, Witt! You're strong too, come take him to his room while we clean up!" Ramya yelled across from the table, gesturing with her hand for him to come down to which he did.

Mirage walked down the small stairs while carrying his towel, throwing it over his shoulder and sighing frustratingly.

"Really?! This dude? I'm not taking care of this jerk, no way!" He refused, expressing his distaste for such a thing, releasing a fake gag noise to push that idea.

Gibby had grabbed onto the back of Tae Joon's shirt, pulled him up and threw him onto Elliott who caught him immediately. Taking him by the waist to which he was quick to change out of embarrassment of anyone seeing him.

Ramya and Gibraltar were quick to spot this but decided not to speak up about this, at least not in front of Witt.

"You serious guys?! I better be paid for this!" He groaned in irritation but made his mission to get his 'enemy' to his bed and safely.

Elliott took ahold of the cryptic man by the hip, taking the other's arm and swinging it over to his shoulder where the towel rested there.

This felt quite awkward and uncomfortable to be holding someone who is known for disliking Mirage, but it was also as if they were close for some reason.

As they were walking, although quite difficultly the both of them stopped as Tae Joon huffed out suddenly. Elliott peered down through his fallen curls towards the drunken man he's carrying

Crypto moaned in discomfort and sobbed out, holding his forehead with the free hand he had. Elliott examined the other, noticing streams of tears racing down his cheeks.

Witt looked at him with a fixed gaze, he thought to himself how pretty his face still looked although it was painted with streams down his face.

"Didn't take you for an emotional drinker, you alright kid?" He decided to clear the odd silence between them as he now saw Crypto was starting to wake up.

The hacker didn't say anything, his head dropping down awfully far. Elliott made effort in keeping him awake so he could walk up to his room easily which was... difficult.

Elliott grabbed onto the top of Crypto's hair and tugged it to keep his head from falling, this made the other uncomfortable as he struggled against Witt's grasp.

"Mm... old man." The other uttered quietly, conscious of what's happening to which he agreed only allowing him to continue dragging him.

"Ah, so you're awake? You're super duper lucky I'm even helping you to begin with! Like seriously, this should be an honour." Mirage boasted as they inched towards the door to Tae Joon's bedroom.

Since the poor tricker's hands were occupied, he took the time to kick it open. This has startled the drunken one.

"Aye, don't break my door kid." Crypto spoke out demandingly yet sluggish in his full drunken stage.

"Do you want me to get you in bed or not?! Cuz I can leave you here outside and you can sleep on the floor you big silly goose!" Mirage said, punching the other's nose.

Crypto's eyes drifted back into sleep mode as he calls it, wanting to finally go sleep after hearing all this fuss. He clicked his tongue in an unimpressed tone and fell back into the other's grip.

The door began to keep like it opened up, ambling into the room to where Elliott plopped Tae Joon to bed.

The trickster stretched out his arms as he felt cramped up from carrying Crypto for what felt forever. He realised his towel was still on his shoulder, leaving a wet stain on his shoulder too.

Tae Joon snuggled up in his covers and laid there in relief. "Thanks, old man." He replied and left it to go quiet as the other closed the door and left without a word.

Elliott clasped onto his shirt, his heartbeat beating fast but the feeling of his stomach flipping had gotten him right in his feels. He looked as if he was an exciting high schooler once again.