“Hello, love,” I say, planting a kiss on her lips. “Gods, you taste good.”
“It’s just the ale,” she says, her skin flushed pink.
“I’d argue with you, but I’d rather just sit and have a drink of my own.”
“Pull up a seat,” Sera grumbles, glaring at Alex. “Stop standing there staring.”
Ah, we’re back to the hostilities.
“How did it go?” Rae asks with a slight hiccup.
“How much have you had to drink?” I tilt my head.
She looks at her hand, ticking off fingers. “Three? No. Four?”
“By the gods, Rae. Slow down a little maybe?” I tease.
“I was soooo thirsty,” she slurs.
Sera throws up her hands. “I don’t know what to tell you. She doesn’t drink much, so it went straight to her head.”
“Obviously,” Alex retorts.
Sera gives him a death glare that I would never want turned on me, and I quickly motion for a server. The tired-looking female hurries over. “What can I get ya?” she asks.
“The largest glass of water you have and two more ales. Can we also get whatever you’ve prepared for dinner, please?”
“You got it,” she says before scurrying off.
I snag Raelyn’s tankard and take a sip.
“Hey! That’s mine.” She giggles.
“I’m parched too.”
“Fine, I think I had more than enough anyway,” she says before her eyes brighten and she asks, “Did you find a boat?”
Alex and I make eye contact across the table, and he gives a subtle shake of the head. Probably best not to discuss it out here, where anyone could hear us.
“We’ve got it figured out, love. Don’t you worry about it.”
“Perfect.” She grins. Loopy drunk Rae is my current favorite.
“Do they have rooms available?” Alex asks.
Sera pins him with a look. “Yep.”
“Fantastic,” he replies.
“We searched what felt like countless taverns on our way to find you both. Why did you end up choosing this one?” I inquire, noting the rundown appearance compared to some of the others.
“It’s the only one with three rooms available.” Rae hiccups.
Not wanting to start anything with Sera, I let it go and merely nod. If she wants her own room, I’m not going to stop her. All I can hope is that our lodgings aren’t infested with fleas or something equally horrible.
The server delivers the food to our table, and it looks mouthwatering. Perhaps this place isn’t so terrible after all.
Rae digs into the fresh fish and moans happily. It really is too bad she’ll likely pass out as soon as we get to our room; those moans make my cock twitch way too happily.
