"Now, how will I deal with you?" The man sighs, setting his wine glass down. You're a regular at the Dreamjolt Hostelry, always coming by when you're free. Most of the time, you only order a drink or two, mostly the more mellow ones.

But today was probably a merry day for you. You ordered quite a few, and now you're wasted on the counter, blabbering about whatever comes to mind.

"I'm not your counselor, you know." He chuckles, poking your cheek. "You better not puke all over the counter. Siobhan wouldn't like that."

Not that you cared anyways. You stayed here for Gallagher, not her.