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Alli took Aimè's outstretched hand and he pulled her to her feet. She threw her arms around him, kissing him on the mouth. As he stared in shock, she completely didn't notice, busy as she was dancing victoriously now across the blood-soaked floor.
"Two down, two down! You did it, Aimè!" Her voice took on a singing quality and her words danced melodiously through a pair of octaves, making Aimè laugh as he watched her caper. "Sai got J.Lo. by the tushy, Mar-yo tried to be real pushy, Aimè came and settled his score and now we're left with just one more!"
They laughed together, unnoticing of the growing crowd of angry and war-like parents outside. Teenagers had begun to gather, swinging moods and sharpening their tongues. Had she noticed, Alli would have hoped really hard that Flein would take care of the situation for her. But she didn't, therefore the world would have to hope really hard that Flein would take care of the situation for her, hint hint.
Still jubilant, Alli took Aimè by the hand and ran, pulling him laughingly down the hall. It was assumed that the janitorial staff of the building would take care of the dead werewolf. Alli pulled Aimè into one of the campus's many conviently created coffee shop and bar dance parties.
"Hey," she laughed, the thrill of success continuing to drive her. "This is just like where we met. I'll have a white chocolate mocha latte, please. You're out? Okay... a steamed milk with a shot of caramel? Sweet."
Aimè's mood was equally carefree. He ordered a cup of tea and drank it with his little finger appropriately extended. They laughed over victory.
Roggie had been avenged... Hookbill the Goomba's attacker had been taken care of. The "hero" of the world had been shown as the demon he truly was, and the Seer and the Hunter celebrated. Aimè was no longer an outlaw and Illamatar's will was being carried out. All thoughts of the third wolf were left for another time.
That time came about thirty seconds later.
"Aimè... who do you think the last wolf is?"
His mood sobered immediately. He swore, thought for a moment, and spoke.
"We leave Mordor very soon... there is no time to search. What..."
Alli interrupted. "Shh... we'll figure it out. It will be an adventure for another time. Right now... let's celebrate the defeat of Mario. We've been waiting all game for this."
They ordered more drinks, this time less non-alcoholic than their previous, and Alli quickly lost a few inhibitions that weren't very strong to begin with.
Her professor found her this way, watching her dance with Aimè the Hunter with an odd look.
"You've passed." he muttered, handing her a slip of paper. She read it several times, still had no idea what it said, and told him as much, cheeks pinker than usual. "You passed, idiot girl. You got an A on your final. I've raised your participation grades to passing. You're done with my class. Don't come back ever again."
He disappeared and Aimè yelled into Alli's ear. "Passed! That's a GOOD thing. What's that other thing the paper says?" She handed it to him and he read it. "Congratulations!" he yelled over the loud music. "You're completely sane, if a little crazy once in a while. Freud got arrested as a fraud. Who'd have guessed it?"
And so the afternoon continued into night, the jubilant pair celebrating the defeat of a monster. The more drinks Alli had, the less she cared about that third wolf. Except for a few random moments when she really, really did care. She simply drank more to drown out those times. She'd think about it another time.
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