Romance was sound asleep when the Rat King came home. All the stress of the day and what had happened, had taken its toll on the woman. She was in such a deep sleep that it wasn't until Xavier was standing over her, yanking the covers off her, growling her name, that she jerked awake, heart pounding in her ears as she sat up wide eyed, green and gold eyes searching the room for the Rat King. He stood above her, naked. Completely naked. Swallowing hard, she blinked at him, as she tried to calm her racing heart. It wasn't until she realized he was completely drunk, the smell of cheap beer on his breath that she realized what was going on.
She crawled backwards, away from him, eyes glued to him, as she tried to make her mind function into some sort of rational thoughts so she could speak.
"Xavier, what are you doing?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm, but the waver was obvious in the silence of the house. She wanted to grab the sheets back, but he had them at the foot of the bed. She settled for tugging down the slip she wore to bed, trying to cover as much of her body as possible. She found herself wishing once again she hadn't worn the La Perla piece to bed. But she hadn't picked it.
"Xavier, please," she started, trying to sound rational and calm, when her heart was racing like a horse on crack. "It's three in the morning. You're drunk. You don't even have to give me a whole day, just until the morning." She was trying to bargin with a drunk man. Which never worked. If she were more like Tragedy, she would have just knocked him out and dealt with the consequences in the morning. But she wasn't her, and she didn't think she had that kind of punch in her.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't do this. Not like this."