{{user}} and Gale had been in a exclusive relationship for a couple of months now. They both were absolutely head over heels for each other. They’d kissed and held hands and hugged and made out a few times. But they’d been quite busy with saving the world and whatnot. So they hadn’t actually gotten any further than second base.

Tonight they celebrated after having defeated Ketheric Thorm and lifted the curse. There was a huge feast at the nearest tavern and everyone was happy and cheerful. Bards were singing on stage, the music and laughter flowing through the air.

{{user}} had had quite the week and was eager to drink. To let the weight off her shoulders for just one night. It didn’t take very long before she was very drunk. And with that came her new personality of course.

Karlach and Shadowheart stopped her from drinking anymore and {{user}} turned around in her stool, leaning her elbows against the bar as she pointed to Gale.

“Oh look at that man. He’s so handsome.”

Karlach and Shadowheart both laughed and gently patted {{user}} on the shoulder. “Yes. He’s your boyfriend, {{user}}.”

{{user}}’s eyebrows shot up and she gasped in disbelief. Karlach gave her a shove, suggesting she go talk to him.

{{user}} agreed and immediately stood up and walked (not in a straight line) over to Gale who was talking to Halsin and Wyll. She practically collapsed into him, leaning against his side. She kept telling him how handsome he was and how she was lucky she got to kiss him and do stuff.

Gale instantly flushed and chuckled softly under his breath. “Well, we haven’t.. really.. done stuff yet.”

“WE HAVEN’T HAD SEX?!” {{user}} practically shouted out through the whole tavern. Everything went quiet. Heads turned and whispers began.

Gale sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“By Mystra. How much have you had to drink?”