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his is your plan?” I shot the half-blood a disapproving glance as we walked into a rather raucous tavern. He proceeded to order more glasses than I had ever seen on one table.
“What? Don’t look at me like that, m’lady.” Rio smirked at me from across the table. “I know you also enjoy some fine mead, though your tastes usually run sweeter than this.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“I see you took notes when you rifled through my things,” I said.
It probably should have bothered me more that the half-blood had been through everything I owned at the moment, but the amber glow of the brew in front of me was inviting.
“But as long as you’re paying…”
“That’s the spirit. Bottoms up!”
It was quite some time later that I remembered I was supposed to be perturbed with the half-blood for some reason. It took me a moment to remember that someone was missing.
I tried to work my thoughts over the tingling of my limbs and the heaviness of my tongue, and my first attempt was nothing short of gibberish.
“Wha’d you call me?” the half-blood slurred.
“I said, ‘What are we going to do about the dragon?’” It shamed me that I could not hold my liquor as well as Rio.
“What do you mean ‘what are we going to do’? Why should we do something about it?”
“Stop talking in questions,” I complained, laying my head on the table. “I mean, it seems terribly rude to just leave ‘im there.”
“Why so?” Another question.
I had to think on it a moment.
“Well, because he’s helped a lot and it’s no fair to leave him just because he’s a dragon-kin. If he were human, or mer, or faun, or something else, we totally would have busted ‘im out already.”
“To be fair, if he were anything else he would not have been detained in the first place.”
“That’s beside the point. The point is we should help him,” I said.