Sebtana :)

Around half an uur had passed, and moonlight crept into the orderly room of Sebastian Smythe. He found himself getting drowsy, his eyelids weighing heavier as the minuten went by. The dag had been long, and the alcohol aided in his tiredness, as he flashed back to the prior events. The thrill of scoring all the goals in the playoff game, the pride in his grandmother's eyes, his father's scathing tone and now strangely laying in bed with a sworn enemy-all in a day's work, he presumed, as he shut his eyes in an effort to finally fall into slumber.

His attempts were foiled at the sound of Santana's...