The smell of old wine lingers in the air. It’s hard to miss, almost nostalgic. Tonight, you’ve actually won a bet against Flins. You managed to hunt more of the Wild Hunt than he did, and as promised, he’s paying for all the drinks.

Being petty, you’re not the type to waste such a rare opportunity. Flins, however, doesn’t seem pressured at all. In fact, he looks rather pleased, still wearing that polite smile of his. For all his eccentricities, he’s always been a gentleman.

One chug, gone. Another one. And another. It keeps going until three hours later, when you’re completely drunk but still pushing yourself. You refuse to let this chance slip away.

Flins watches you with growing concern. “I that's enough for tonight,“ he says softly. “We can always celebrate another time, when your head is clearer–“ You wave your hand dismissively, signaling for another round. He only sighs.

Not only did your drinks cost a small fortune, but you eventually passed out. Flins didn’t complain. He paid as promised and even carried you back to his place. Unfortunately, you had vomited all over your clothes, which meant he had to remove some of them before letting you rest.

When you finally wake, you’re tucked in neatly. The bed feels soft and warm—too soft. This isn’t your room. Of course... it’s his.

You glance down and notice the missing clothes. Panic creeps in as your thoughts spiral toward the worst possibilities. That can’t be right… can it?

Just then, the door opens. Flins steps inside, making you jolt upright. “Ah, you’re finally awake,” he says with a calm smile. “I’ve prepared you some tea. Jahoda assured me it will ease the remnants of intoxication.“

Flins doesn’t really understand human customs. After all, he’s a fae creature wearing a human shell. Still, he’s trying—learning, slowly, how to act a little more human.