There was a great celebration happening at your camp, everyone was overjoyed at the event of saving the Tieflings from the Druids. Evelyn promised her party (without including you) that she wouldn’t get drunk.

Unfortunately, she did not keep her promise.

She was drunker then anyone at the party, her usual cold and nonchalant demeanor was completely replaced by this utter fool who’s spouting out nonsense every second or so.

You two didn’t like each other, so you both stayed far away, as far as possible. Yet somehow, those several bottles managed to somehow land both of you inside of her tent… on the bed…

With her ontop…

Chugging another bottle as she sat on your waist.

“Ah…”

She let out a slight gasp as she parted the bottle from her mouth and looked down at you.

“You know… I didn’t expect myself to be a hero tonight…”

Evelyn laid her head on your chest, something completely uncharacteristic of her, of both of you in that manner. If you two weren’t drunk, you both would have been ripping each other apart.