It was Solstice night. You were celebrating with Azriel, and the Inner Circle.

You didn’t mean to get drunk, but Rhys bought out the good wine. It was so good that you got carried away and got blackout drunk. Plus, Cassian decided to initiate several drinking games.

And now, it’s the end of the night. Azriel winnows you both home, and he rubs his temples as he sits on the couch.

“How much did you drink, exactly?” he questions as he studies you intently. He knew he was going to be dealing with your drunk antics for a while.