Nebu didn't protest, he'd been through this before. Many times. The night passed rather quickly while the two were having 'fun'. The last thought from Nebu before, Pay and him hit the bed was 'damn, I feel so bad for those guards.'. He smirked and continued to occupy himself with Pay.

When the night was over and sun shone through the small window in Nebu's room, it was almost like a silent alarm, blinding him, telling him he had to be somewhere no matter how bad the headache was. Nebu awoke groggy, and with a pounding headache, barely remembering what had happened last night he slid out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to get ready, forgetting all about Pay still in the bed. 

While Nebu was in the bathroom he had put on one of his formal tux's, grabbed a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of his nice dress shoes, already laced and ready to be worn. He walked outside the room and a guard looks at him with a smirk and handed him a coffee, it always seemed to cure his hangover in the morning. Taking a step away from the door and closing it behind him, he noticed something he hadn't before. A person, laying in his bed, a man, he now recalled as 'Pay' he thought. The guard notified him that he was going to be late, so not wanting to be on his father's bad side that day, he shrugged and closed the door behind him, and headed towards the meeting. The guards had been through this before and knew that if Pay were to leave they were not to try and stop him or tell him where Nebu went.

Pay took a deep breath in, this was calm, this was... Extremely comfortable, he furrowed his eyebrows and blinked his eyes open, This was a new surrounding, new enough anyways, he only half remembered where he’d been last night, he felt sick right now, and oddly sore.... he got up, muttering in pain to a very bad hangover, he realized now as he stood up, he was completely naked, he walked around grabbing his clothes, then realized the bathroom, which was huge, bigger than his anyways, he chuckled to himself, raiding the fridge on his way, while he was in the room anyhow, he found himself enjoying himself in a nice warm bath with some snacks, (Chocolate) to be exact, luckily he wasn’t allergic to chocolate like his brothers were.

When he was done he took his time getting dressed. He quickly wrote up a note and tapped it to the inside of the entrance door, it read

‘Stole chocolates from fridge, I owe you one - Pay’

Then he left the room, he was actually really happy how none of the guards even attempted to check him last night, which was funny since he still had a sai in his boot, he quickly asked the guards

“Do you know where Nebu vent?” His accent seeping through,

Then they responded only with No’s or that it was not need to know information, to that he slunk away to his room. To either take a nap, or change his clothes.

Nebu walked into his father's meeting still about 5 minutes early however to his father though, that was 5 minutes too late. Even though the meeting hadn't started Nebu could tell his father was not happy, especially because he's pretty sure his father knows what went down last night. "Father." Nebu stated flatly, walking in and taking his seat beside him and his younger siblings. All of which looked like his father, or better yet, the god Anubis. Black fur, gold painted on their faces, their ears pinned up, hair combed back and their fur kept short. Little of which he looked like, although he pinned his ears up, wore his best suit and used his formal looking gold, although still a little more chaotic than his families, he still had died red and blue hair, white fur, red makeup, and tattoos on the inside of his ears, not to mention the bandages around his arms. 

"Son." His father responded, "I hope you are ready to represent this family today during the meeting, as well as tonight at the banquet. I understand it is your birthday, but that does not mean you can go and get drunk like last night." His father said motioning for the servants to fill the glasses around the table and prepare for the meeting. "After tonight, you are free to drink as much as you want. As long as you bring back a painted whore next time. Not some fleabag from who knows where."

The meeting was about to begin, he needed to calm himself, and become prepared for a whole day of tours, speaking a bunch of different languages, and most importantly, make a good impression so they'll want to come back. Maybe even better, invest in his father's company, soon to be his.