Royals

v.

[warning: drunk Jack contains a substantial amount of cursing].

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Jack

It had been an several hours since dinner ended.

After the heated argument between him and Harry, Jack wasn't feeling much better.

But he finished up the shrimp salad anyway.
Nearly passing out in the process but he did it.

When dinner ended he went to look for Elise in the kitchen, to apologize and explain the misunderstanding and all that.

But obviously she was, "too busy at the moment."

And Harry had disappeared all together.

So after the dining hall was emptied and clean, he decided he wanted to avoid death.

At least until the wedding.

Therefore, Jack secretly headed toward the medical room, located near the servant halls.

Again, herbs were shoved down his throat, but this time he was able to avoid getting his arm bled.

After that he stood in front of the servant rooms for a good ten minutes, wondering if he should go talk to Harry.

But he was too much of a coward to knock.

Instead he went down to the kitchen at midnight to see if Harry would show up for the drink they decided to have earlier that day.

He didn't.
Expected.

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So now it was past midnight (2am).

And Jack was laying on the floor getting drunk off of whatever wine he had taken out of the cellar.

It didn't taste too good, but it was washing all his mixed up emotions away so that was enough.

He didn't even know someone could get so drunk off of wine.

"Stupid Harry. Stupid Elise. Stupid princesses. Stupid parents. Stupid, stupid, stupidddd," he muttered to himself, pouring himself another glass.

Flirting.
Ha.
Me flirting is like a cow trying to make milk.
...
Wait a minute.
Dammit.
I really am drunk.
But I'm sober enough to realize I'm drunk.
Which means I need to drink more.
...Logically.

He began humming tunes to himself as he stumbled down the stairs.

If he was caught he was dead meat.

But at this point he didn't really care.
Nor was anyone around to care for him.

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"Jack?" A voice called to him as he was about to enter the wine cellar.

Are you joking.

"Look, whoever you are just please leave, and don't tell my parents, they're disappointed in me enough."

"Dramatic aren't you?" The person giggled, an all too familiar sound.

"Elise," he let out a sigh of relief, beginning to walk down the stairs again.

"Jack, stop."

"What? I just want a drink," he turned toward her.

"Something tells me you've had too much to drink."