#bergen_county

Adam stirs, shifting.

"Mmrrrf." He hears a soft sound of complaint, and then a warm figure against him - as she curls up, pulling the blankets off into a sort of cocoon around herself. "Jus... 5 more minutes..."

A few facts filter in and a wide, lazy, satisfied smile dawns on his lips. He kisses the BEDhead next to him and spoons with her. "Mmmkay."

The blond in his bed is a perfect little spoon, though somehow even with hooves to his enchanted awareness, she still manages to press icy cold feet against his warm skin.

((Autocorrect!!!))

A little shiver, but no protest. Another kiss wherever his lips lay, then he lifts his head sleepily to scan for Nab.

"Morning you two, " Nab says from a comfortable corner, now dressed in a little night gown with fuzzy slippers

"Hey." Softly. He touches her cheek with a finger tip and smiles a blissful, sappy smile.

"You guys look happy. But I fear I must tell you, your folks are back"

"Figured." Unconcerned.

"And your mom found a bra. I don't think it's hers" Nab says

A puff of amusement. "Ain't mine or Lily's." He mumbles. Then, a thought. "She mad?"

"Mmm?" She finally cracks an eye. "Mmmm. Mrndgrn." Maybe that was 'morning' in sleepy satyrese.

"She's hiding it from your dad I think"

"Mrndgrn." Another kiss to the top of her head.

"Morning... morning?" Then she sits up, and gropes for her phone.

Lord knows where it got to....

"I..." grope grope "I told Auntie I was going out last night..." search search... "But I didn't plan to be out all night... I wonder if I'm in trouble." She doesn't sound especially concerned. Yet.

Probably in the pants...she grabbed the pants, didn't she?

Oh, she grabbed the pants, alright..

"Hope not..." he strokes her back, seeking contact.

There's the phone

"Ah!" She streeeeetches, leaning over Adam, and plucks up the offending device, checking for messages.

The text she has from Aunt Marsha isn't what she expected TXT: Have you seen Zane? He was very upset. Can't find him

"I mean, they have that 'Stalk my iphone' app if they really needed to see.... huh." She sits back, looking a bit perplexed, and checks the time from the message - this morning, last night?

Looks like last night but the wee hours, like 3 AM

She tries a text to Zane. **Hey Z. Late night out? Auntie looking for you. Need a cover story? Ride? Backup? ...nevermind that she might need one of her own.

And there is no response.

Leaning back against Adam comfortably as she taps on her phone. He can see from his angle, if he chooses to look.

He has other things he's watching over her shoulder.

Another Text, and not from Marsha, but a number listed as Brenda, TXT: Piper, when you get a moment, we should talk

"Mrr." She pouts at the device, then twists around to give him a new view. "Hey, not to wreck the mood...." Her empty hand already idly playing across his skin. "But have you heard from Zane since school? Or did he tell you his plans for last night?"

And then the phone buzzes again and she checks for the expected message from Z - but winces instead. "Oh, balls."

"What?" As he reaches for his own phone to check.

A text from Mrs. Wayburton from late last night asking if he had seen Zane

"Mmm. Maybe he went to the farm? He and Uncle C got into an AWFUL tiff the other night."

"Can you believe - he KICKED THE CHIEFTAIN out of the house??"

Nab gapes "Geezo pete. No offense, Piper, but I didn't think your uncle had balls that big, or a brain that small"

"Well, he's a professor, so I guess it defaults to having a pair of brass ones."

"Zane knows this Barony's social side as well as anyone," Nab ponders "It's how he sets up the gloaming. If he wants to crash at someone's place he's got like a dozen options. Not even counting the farm"

"Yeah... but if he's ticked off... and maybe afraid that his pops is gonna try to keep him from his passion - my guess would be that he went there." Thoughtful. "I could send a few texts around, but I don't want to get everyone up in arms prematurely if he's just hanging out somewhere. That could be embarrassing in and of itself."

A quick text back to Aunt M : "Maybe he found someone to spent t night with? i know he and Uncle C got into it. maybe had to 'sleep it off'..."

TXT: I know. I know. I've been texting everyone. I even had Sally Mae call the farm

TXT: "I thought of going by there to check. no luck?" She then gives Adam a wee poke in the ribs. "Hey, do you think he might be at the springs? No one else really knows about that, right?"

TXT: No luck!

TXT: "Can u track his phone? invasion of privacy, etc, but better to make sure he's ok"

TXT: Will try. Thanks for suggestion

TXT: Keep me posted. i'll check around too. am sure all is well.

TXT: I hope so. You know I worry. Hope you are okay. Have a nice time with Adam?

She turns a bit pink in more places than are usually visible, then taps a response. TXT: VERY nice. sorry i didn't make it home lst nite. wish me luck with taming the Momosaur here.

TXT: Let me know if you need an intervention there. Brenda's not so bad though