Robin meets back up with the others downstairs

As Robin's hangover started to calm down a bit, she began to realize that she was in just a bit of a predicament. When she looked around the room, she quickly noticed that the barmaid's dress she had borrowed from Bartouse was nowhere to be seen. The dress, shoes, even her underwear had all apparently been taken off her at some point after she faded out and the ruffian's must have liked their make, since they seemed to have decided to hold on to them.

Robin pouted silently as she thought through her options. A quick, rudimentary charm cast on herself cleaned of a small amount of the fluids covering her body, but what Robin really needed was a hot bath. She had never been very good at mundane home-keeping magic anyways. One of the sheets from the bed that was somewhat less covered in juices became a makeshift robe and Robin began to make her way downstairs.

"No! You said there would be a wage as well!" Robin could hear Liv's yelling voice well before she reached the bottom step and the bar room floor came into view. Liv and Kiera were both feet from Bartouse's face, the younger of the two pointing a finger at him like he had committed some sort of atrocity.

"Lady, that's not how this works!" Bartouse was either telling the truth or putting up a pretty convincing lie. "Fees pay for the ****, tips pay for the service. That's just the way that it is!"

"Robin! Oh thank goodness you're okay!" Skye's voice pipping up from the back of the room interrupted whatever Liv's aggressive response was going to be. Robin smiled as the red-headed girl ran up to bury her in her embrace. "Oh, we were so worried about you! Becky and Emmaline and Fuu all went off to look for you... I'll let them know that you're okay!"

Skye backed off, taking her harp and playing a few notes which drifted off into the wind, riding it outward to friendly ears with a whispered message. Her task complete, she turned back to Robin. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"