The following morning, Alaric wakes up and finds himself at the foot of the bed, wrapped around Andromeda. He shakes his head, closes his eyes, and rubs his hair back, trying to remember everything that happened to him yesterday. "Damn," he mumbles, looking at the top of Andromeda's head that's on his chest.
"Good morning," Andromeda kisses Alaric's chest. "How do you feel?"
He shakes his head again. "Like a truck convoy ran over me. What did grandfather and our uncles do to me? What the hell was in that whiskey?"
She looks up at him. "Sweety, you don't want to know what was in it. If I were you, I would be more careful of your intake when you drink with my family. Remember the alcohol they have isn't from here." Andromeda gets out of bed, hoping that's the end of that conversation
