"And what if we just get really drunk and have messy, unprotected sex in a storeroom?" Torin asked, still barely-serious, as he opened the bottle he was holding, taking a more reserved sip. The scent of the alcohol - if it<i>was</i>alcohol -  made his lungs burn. Gagging, he forced the sip down, and put the bottle to one side.<br/><br/>"Throne! How do people drink that stuff?!" He sputtered, his eyes tearing up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>