Nightmare was resting upon the dock, unnoticeably kicking his feet like a happy little child. Even though he was close to neither.

"Lass?" He asked, you were his lass. "Would you like to go out for a drink tonight?" That was his question. He drank, but preferred to drink with you. His lass.

"Please, let us drink and be marry." He has been wanting to marry for so long, you were his one and only.