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『The Wall』

Padding fondly out the tavern door, she swayed with each step, her hands out from her sides to help her with her balance. Cassandra turned on her heel clumsily to look over at Jack as he was walking out behind her.

Her face was as rosy as a peach.

"How often do you come to a tavern and get hammered?" Jack wasn't used to seeing drunk people, though they seemed easily manipulated.

Doing anything small could become something big, a single poke could turn into a brawl. A single piece of sympathy could equal a one night stand.

Giggling, Cassandra leaned forward a bit as she almost fell backward, thankfully stabilizing her footing. The last thing she needed was to fall over, especially on the street where lethal horse drawn carriages roamed.

"*Hicc* Hammered? That's *Hicc* ...That's a funny word~" She stumbled over towards him, so much for making herself stable. "I...*Hicc* I'm not drunk."

Jack placed his hand on her head, casting a spell known as 『Lesser Heal』, eliminating the toxins from her body and purifying her blood.

Almost immediately her face and skin cleared up, no longer flushing a pinkish-red tinge. Blinking several times as the buzz of being intoxicated had left her be, she looked up to Jack.

"What'd you just do?"

"Your hiccups were annoying me," Jack's tone was monotonous as he would begin to run his fingers through her hair. It was soft, a bit greasy, but still soft.

"That... That didn't answer my question," She crossed her arms over her chest. It was clear she had drank alcohol in order to get drunk, rather than for the taste.

Jack saw that as a waste, considering the world he came from originally. Drinking for the effect, that was something he couldn't agree with, not that he'd feel what being drunk was like anyway.

"I purified your blood and your mind," he gave her skull a light squeeze causing her to wince, only to let go of her head, pocketing his middle three fingers. His pinky and thumbs sticking out of each one corner of his pockets.

Cassandra glared up at him, holding her head slightly. "This was supposed to be a good date!"

"It is a good date, when you're not intoxicated." Jack chastised her as while he wanted to be seen with her by the common people, he didn't want her to be drunk around him in view of others.

Not only what she be looked down upon, but so would he, considering he was acting as her companion for the time being.

"Raaaah... You're no fun," Cassandra's gaze traveled down to his shin, she was tempted to kick him as her rowdiness was coming back ten fold. Her eyes shifted back up to his face.

"We're going to the wall now," Jack would motion his head to the side, walking towards the massive doors to the outerwall. It was one of the few visible entrances to get to the top of the wall.

Groaning, clearly not wanting to go, Cassandra threw her arms in the air. "Do we really have to tour the wall? Can't you like, wait until tomorrow?"

"Do you think the whole world revolves around you?"

"Yes, yes it does." Cassandra replied blatantly, a spiteful tone.

Jack simply let his eyes rest on her as he was walking two paces behind her as they were both making their way towards the wall. "You're not cold?"

"Heck no, I'm not cold." She tugged on her cloak, it was likely she was feeling a bit warm now. Considering he had purified her blood, meant that her body was forced to expel the toxins through her sweat glands.