The Underhill fellow doesn't seem to be in a rush to follow my directions but truly, I'm not quite sure he understood, as drunk as he is. He does understand about the liquor though and meanders his way over to me. He leans on me, laughing as he begins to tip over my delicate balance. I shift, trying to account for his extra weight and look in the direction he points at the same time. I manage to remain standing but my new companion isn't quite as lucky.

I shrug before suffering from another bout of giggles and isn't Lucien the kind one, because he's reaching down to help the fellow up. I get a hold of myself, raking the long hair out of my eyes as I hear Lucien say, "I don't smell alcohol on you."

Is that a joke? Lucien doesn't look amused and I blink, confused by his lack of humor as I ask, "What?"