"Do you want another drink?" Cobalt asks.
I shake my head. "I don"t think I can take any more."
"Good point, it"s going to my head a little bit," he admits. "It"s been a long time since I"ve had this much to drink in one night."
"Are you trying to tell me you used to be a party boy?"
He snorts. "Hardly. But I have been known to drink a bit at parties when I have to deal with Dad."
"Understandable."
"I don"t think we"ll have to stay much longer. Things will start to wind down in the next half an hour."
"That"s probably a good thing, we have training in the morning." I dread to think what will happen if I don"t have enough sleep. I imagine I"d end up flat on the floor within a couple of minutes, especially if I get the wrong sparring partner.
Cobalt opens his mouth to reply but doesn
