During the time that Miki was cleaning, a few guests woke up and stumbled away. Some of them looked at the pretty girl who seemed happy cleaning and gave her strange looks. To have someone actually clean up the mess was strange.

A warm beam of light was tickling Zain's eyes. How dumbly poetic. At first, that was the only thing he noticed, but it didn't take long for him to register a soft melody coming from somewhere. Was someone singing? Did the radio get switched to the non-party station? He lifted himself up on his elbows as his head swam and he tried to figure things out.

The room did not look like Zain remembered it when he opened his eyes. Things were...clean. "The fuck?" he muttered lightly in question. He grabbed the tablecloth and wrapped it around his waist, ignoring the woman who was still sleeping next to him, and went to look in awe at the sparkly state of things. The house looked even cleaner than it had been before the party.