𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒' 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐆 | 𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘵𝘥 𝘹 𝘔.𝘺/𝘯 |

(38) A Drunk And A Stolen Kiss!

"........,"

"Ugh... No more. Please, Abel!"

The night became a hazy blur as the wine flowed freely.

I threw caution to the wind with each glass, my usual control over alcohol a distant memory.

The room itself seemed to be swaying in a dizzying waltz, mirroring the intoxication creeping through me.

Abel kept insisting on refilling my glass, his laughter echoing through the chamber like a tipsy minstrel's song.

"Come on, (Y/N)!" He boomed, his words thick with intoxication. "Drink more!"

A hand, heavy with misplaced affection, wrapped around my shoulders.

"Another round!" Abel declared with exaggerated theatrics, raising his own glass high. "To old friends, new beginnings, and the end of our despair!"

A quick glance around revealed a sobering contrast.

Only Abel, Jerome, and I seemed thoroughly pickled.

Feeling the full effects of the alcohol.

Regis, Simon, and Callisto on the other hand, seemed to remain relatively unaffected, their composure as steady as the rocks beneath the sea.

Their expressions bordering on amusement, eyes shining with an appreciation for the more carefree side of Abel and myself.

"Looks like you're losing your touch there, (Y/N),"

Jerome slurred playfully, a mischievous grin splitting his face as Abel's grip on my shoulders tightened.

"Weren't you supposed to be Mr. Perfect Control?"

A wide smile stretched across my face, a giddy laugh bubbling up from within.

Clinking my glass against theirs, I echoed Abel's toast, draining the rest of the wine in a single, liberating gulp.

"To the end of our despair!" I repeated with drunken enthusiasm.

Regis' voice, laced with amusement, cut through the haze. "Speaking of despair," he interjected, "does anyone remember the first time His Highness tasted alcohol? During his coming-of-age ceremony, no less?"

I could practically picture a younger Callisto, flushed with both excitement and alcohol, stumbling around the room like a newborn lamb, his grace and composure completely abandoned.

A wave of delighted chuckles rippled through the group as Jerome reminisced.

"Oh, that was a sight," He chuckled, his voice husky with amusement. "Spent half the night with his face buried in his lap."

Jerome's laughter boomed, rich and infectious.

Abel joined in, his expression a playful mix of amusement and fondness.

"And then there were the moments he thought he could defeat all of us in a sword fight,"

He continued, his eyes twinkling as they landed on Callisto, who couldn't help but laugh despite his attempts at a stoic facade.