<span style="color: #FF0000">FIRRAE</span><br/><br/><br/>She was just finishing her third when he was on his...well she lost count. It was more the 7 she knew that. Her prime rib was gone, and she was ready for desert.<span style="font-style: italic">He just made this all too easy, with how much he drank, im sure he will be willing to make a few mistakes.</span>She gave him a smile, sending a mental image of her sitting there, rosy cheeked, as if she was drunk. Unlike her sister, it would have to take more the three glasses to get her drunk.<br/><br/>"Shall you walk me to my room?" She said, standing.