“Let’s go,” she said. “We’ve been itching for an adventure for quite some time now.”
“Speaking of which, you haven’t told me what we’ll be doing,” Ash said.
“And how was I to tell you when you started partying the moment we turned our backs to you? You spent the entire night hanging out with shady people, drinking more than you weigh, and dancing on tables! And then you grabbed the nearest wench and dragged her to your room!”
Ash frowned and scratched his chin. All he remembered was the taste of rum. Normally, his vice was tobacco, not strong spirits, but there was just something about rum that was irresistible to him. His eyes would fog up and he’d lose all sense of self the moment he smelled its sweet notes in the air.
“I hope this won’t happen again,” Mary warned strictly. The t
