The Mighty Nein were alight with celebration as usual. Nott was owning another beer that she didn't need, Jester was dancing with strangers, and Beau and Fjord were arguing a point that was long over. You had indulged for once, deciding to drink a few beers with Nott. Normally you and Caleb were the sober friends, but Nott had convinced you to live a little.

"Atta girl," Nott rasped as she deposited you in a chair beside Caleb. Your boyfriend looked up from the arcane texts he was reading in surprise.

"Scheiße, Nott. How much did you give her?"

Nott laughed, ruffling his hair. The goblin was the only one aside from you who could do that without getting swatted. "Relax, my boy. We just had a little fun."

You giggled in return, curling up against the wizard. He was warm, and you were well past tipsy. "Hi, handsome."

Caleb sighed and slipped an arm around you. He guided you away from the noisy tavern and upstairs to your shared room. You stumbled slightly on the stairs, clutching Caleb's old trenchcoat. He sat you on the edge of the bed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You relaxed at the gesture, another giggle bubbling up from your chest. Caleb smiled faintly at your flushed face, the heavy oak door muffling the sounds of merriment downstairs. There was a rare fondness in his sad blue eyes when he looked at you.

Caleb knelt down to unlace your boots. "You are usually one of the sensible ones, liebling."