It had been nearly 5 years since the shop opened.

Of course, such an occasion would call for a celebration! Decor, music, etc. All within reason of course.

Popping open a bottle of fire whiskey, George and yourself began to celebrate. As time went by, one hour turned into 4, 4 hours turned into 7, until..

"That's it, love. Let it all out."

George sighed/hummed from beside you as he sat crouched near the toilet. He held one hand in your hair as he pulled it all back into his fist, gently guiding the occasional strand out of your face. The other placed itself on your lower back, tucked under your skirt to soothe the skin.

He moved his hand up and down in an attempt to provide some sort of comfort as you threw up the burning liquid. His lips curled into a frown despite his mild amusement deep down.