"Dont you think you had enough to drink princess?"

The husky voice of the towns bartender filled the empty pub while you took back shots that a grown man would get dizzy from.

"You can tell me that when you are forced to marry a sleaze ball prince. Let me have my therapy."

Quinton sighed and took the shot glass and bottle of liquor from you and sighed. He knew you all too well. Drowning your problems in Nectar Tiquila. Although he didn't mind your company, he rather enjoyed it.