It had been approximately thirty minutes, and with two bottles down, Alaric was feeling pretty light in the head, while Erin was feeling… well, pretty hungry—not to mention, her butt was starting to feel like flattened pancakes with sitting on the floor for too long.
As she finished the last drop in her bottle, she stood up and pointed at Alaric. “Let’s go,” she said. The sudden motion of standing up caused her head to spin for a second, letting her know that she was at least slightly tipsy from that drink. Alaric was right, it was stronger than it tasted—like a cocktail in a bottle, which is a concept she really liked.
“Go where, exactly?” he asked. He pushed himself up using the bed, and grabbed his own empty bottle, confused. Even he—she was sure—felt the effects of the alcohol alread
