#Sinnloses Besäufnis

[ravarui]

The pleasant buzz of the alcohol was a familiar feeling and while he had drunk the same amount, if not even more, than the feline he was far from being as intoxicated as she was. "Years of practice my dear, years of practice." The words were followed by a low chuckle. It shouldn't be a skill he should be proud of, especially considering just how young he had been when he first started drinking. And yet it had often come in handy.

Storm grey eyes follow her gaze, silently counting the bottles. Four...five...the sixth had rolled down the table at one point already and none of them had cared. It was a good thing he had stocked up on that particular wiine shortly before her visit. "Sure do. If you can handle more that is. Don't want you passing out on the spot."

Despite the teasing words he got up and retrieved three more bottles of wine. Picking more on purpose so he wouldn't need to get up again as soon as one was emptied. The first bottle was opened with practiced ease, before he filled Linns and his own glass once more.

"You really like this particular brand huh?" It was nice to see that his instinct had been right, when he had send her the first bottle as a present months ago, thinking she would appreciate it.

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      𝐈𝐟 𝘁𝐡𝐞𝗿𝐞 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝘁𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘀𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝘁𝐨 𝐩𝘂𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝘃𝐞𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝗿𝐚𝘁𝐞, 𝐢𝘁 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐥𝘆𝐢𝐧𝐠.     A grand doctor meeting, only invited guests are welcome. Something her whole crew wouldn't question and, at the same time, would leave her alone with the emperor. His sweet gifts made it hard to ignore him any further. Linn has been planning this for months. A purrfect plan.

Obviously, the bottles of richly scented wine were emptied in an impressive time window of one hour. Usually, the feline wasn't keen on indulging in self-toxication. With the right acquaintances, however . . .     ❝ You drink like an alabastian cactus, and still, not a hint of slur in your voice. ❞     As if she could detect it at this point. The doctor herself was having trouble bringing out clean words. A giggle accompanied every word or sentence.

     ❝ You have more of those   ? ❞     Half-narrowed eyes glimpsed at the sad, empty bottles, grabbing one, making sure there wasn't a drop left. What silly motivation she developed in this short time.