Flic stopped counting her drinks after a pleasant buzz filled her mind, numbing it to an empty shell that felt surprisingly heavy. Her head rested against Julien’s arm, and she smiled as she listened to the conversations around her. Glasses littered the table and the warriors around it cheered as another round was bought and shared. Flic was nursing her own drink, unable to keep up with the others. She had already been teased for being a lightweight, but the Beta quickly shut that down. Apparently, he didn’t like the idea of carrying a drunk Luna home. When she had mindlinked him to remind him what happened the last time he carried her home from the pub, she smirked when he suddenly was more lenient.
The night was going well, and Flic was glad Jake had asked her to come. It was just what
