Morgan should have known her question was a dumb one, because she knew time passed at the same rate, regardless of how much she wanted it to speed up in that exact moment. While it had been completely<i>her </i>fault for drinking too fast and not eating prior to this moment, part of her still wanted to blame Lydia. After all, the vampire had provided the alcohol and had neglected to mention its potency.<i>It's only wine, you lightweight, </i>she scolded herself. It seemed like she was keen on destroying herself, since she was digging herself into a wine-filled pit. Being around these vampires was dangerous for her health, especially ones with long legs like Alex or a strong, curvaceous form like Lydia...<br/><br/><i>No, no, no. </i>She stopped the thoughts before they could plague her, and she wiggled back in her chair further, just as Lydia mentioned the bartender. She could pull the strings, that much was clear.<i>"I doubt she'd say no."</i><br/><br/><i>I doubt that I would either. </i>The thought sprang to life before she could catch it, and she bit her tongue hard to stop herself from saying them allowed. Her form and her demeanor were unbecoming for an Enforcer. She knew better than to lose control, particularly with someone she was trying to build a<i>working </i>relationship with, nothing more. She knew vampires were seductive without even trying, and she was about to face down her third one of the night. It didn't help that she was liquored up for such an occasion either.<br/><br/>Lydia proffered the bottle once more, and Morgan shook her head slowly so she didn't make herself dizzy. The vampire had already downed a glass and a half, but Morgan wasn't far behind her. The thought was still<i>far </i>too tempting, and she willed herself to remain silent before she found more wine in her glass. "I shouldn't," she said, tongue feeling as heavy as lead behind her teeth. "If I'm to ask more questions, I'm required to be clear of thought."<br/><br/>That was a lie, but she hoped she came off as confident as she spoke. "Besides, going through all of this will take time, and telling the Commander will take longer." She wasn't budging on at least telling her superior about what she'd learned. Wine-addled brain or not, Morgan was smart enough to keep most of her information documented and well taken care of... mostly. She hadn't read her notes back, but she hoped her fingers weren't as slow as her mind seemed to be in that moment.<br/><br/>"The sooner, the better, so if you can pull her away from her duties, just for a few minutes, I would be grateful." Yes, the sooner, the better, so she wouldn't feel as inclined to drink the sweet-smelling wine threatening to pour itself into her glass.