To Love A Myth - Book 2: Mr. Higgs and the Lady 🎩✔️

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As the invitation suggested, Elizabeth arrived the next night at 5 o'clock sharp and dinner was served. Her and Higgs spoke discursively about small topics of interest as Higgs poured another glass of wine.

"I was told you weren't the best with alcohol." She said, looking at his glass.

"Wine is the least of my worries regarding that. I've downed a bottle of it on my own before without much consequence."

"I see."

"Not that I'm an alcoholic!" he yelled quickly. "It's just... it doesn't cause much problems and I drink when I'm nervous so..."

"I see... So um... how is everything supposed to pan out? Is it planned or..."

"I think we should just let nature do it's thing. Believe me, with the way this month is going it won't take long for the urge to take over. I know the whole night is a bit unconventional, but I don't want you to feel obligated."

"I understand and I agree. Would it be possible to share the wine?"

"Oh, yes, of course; sorry."

He poured her another glass as they talked some more.

Strangely to Higgs, the overwhelming randiness that he had been trying to keep at bay all month just didn't seem to be taking action at all. Nervous and slightly confused about the issue, he drank more wine with Elizabeth, hoping that it would come back and he wouldn't make a fool of himself once more. Soon, they ran out of wine and Merida tried to switch to tea, but Higgs didn't want tea. Elizabeth suggested another form of liquor but Merida really didn't want him to mix drinks again until he had a bright idea.

"Merida, you still have some Scotch laying around, right?"

"It's mine and ye cannae have it." She growled.

"I bought it for you."

"That's called a present, milaird, and that means that once ye give it to me it's considered mine."

"Whatever's in this house is mine, Ms. Dunbrough."

Merida made a face. "It's quite potent, Mr. Higgs."

"Are you trying to say I can't hold my liquor?" he growled.

"Yes."

"We don't need to go to that extreme, Mr. Higgs-" Elizabeth started.

"No! I'm nervous and I need something to calm me down. Wine's not doing it."

"We can do this another time." She said with a nervous laugh.

"No." He put his finger over her lips. "I want everything to be perfect for us. This is a ser-serious situation and I want to make sure that I am giving you my best. I want to be confident with you."

Elizabeth blushed. "Oh... um... well, considering that I haven't been with anyone else, I wouldn't really know the difference, my lord."

"No. You must have perfection for your first time. Merida. Scotch. Now."

Merida crossed her arms. "An yer going to be drinking my Scotch then I'm drinking it too."

"Why?" Elizabeth asked.

"Ye ken I'm going to waste my good alcohol on the likes of ye two when I've barely touched it?"

"I thought you Scottish lot liked to drink?"

"I like a good pint like the rest of them but this is good Scotch. Perfectly aged and quite potent. Ye dinnae just chug it down like cheap wine, milady." She said brassly.