Colleen will admit that Jon is great to take with her to parties. The invitation had been with the understanding that he would have a good time.

Well, her strong ties to not just the wolves but also the fae had made things terribly interesting. The party had been hosted by one of the noble Unseelie who had reason to invite her. It had been wild and there had been more than enough to keep them busy the whole night.

Colleen is sore from the fun. Still decked out in the remains of the leathers she had worn as her costume. The coat was in tatters on the floor. She wasn't sure where the boots were and frankly Colleen will care when her head stops throbbing.

Apparently she had decided to crawl into bed with Jon. Her arm is pinned under him and Colleen could probably escape but that would require being able to think. She just flops back and closes her eyes ignoring everything saved listening for him to stir. Once he is awake she can beg for a glass of water and maybe her boots. Or she might just roll over and go back to sleep.

Arm wrestling trolls is an ill-advised pass time.