Charles had taken you out to a bar, It was midday, The saloon full of loud and obnoxious drunk people, But Charles had managed to get an empty table for the two of you.

He watched as you took a shot and grimaced at the taste of the alcohol, And a small smile formed on Charles’ face.

“First time?” He asked, taking a swig at his own bottle.

Of course you had a shot glass because it was your first time drinking, Charles on the other hand drank from the bottle, he knew his limits, anyway.