<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>On the Rocks</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CVXF98C.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>April 14th, 2021, 9PM~<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Deadline<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Dressed for a night out (https://images.anime-pictures.net/e4b/e4b9f760da60ec26c1d59c74b33f1125.png?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_653743-1000x1414-tsumi+no+hahen+%28debris%29-lirin+%28bae.c%29-bae.c-long+hair-single-tall+image.png)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“How generous of you” Nera noted as Albion offered to share with her. “Looks like you got a headstart on that good time part. You are so full of energy for someone so drunk.”<br/><br/>“Ah, yes. I’m his… company? We have met before Gil” The fox told with a friendly smile, wondering a bit about his choice of words. “I will be fine. If he gets too wild I will hit him with a stunner. That should solve it. Thank you for your concern though.” Nerissa rolled her eyes at Albion’s next words. You don’t need anymore buzz. “Yes, let’s get you a nice hot cup of coffee with some brandy. You are going to like that.” The fox demon talked to him like he was a child, returning back to way people talked to adults when she spoke to Gil. “Two coffees. His with brandy and mine with cream.” After that the girl leaned closer to the tall demon, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Just a black coffee for Albion. And if he orders something more, cut it with water. With a heavy hand.”<br/><br/>Nerissa placed her purse on the table and tried to figure out what to do with Albion. This was the first time she had seen him in this miserable condition. Though, he seemed happy. This was also the first time she saw him this cheerful. Maybe drinking really did some good for him after all… “Oh, I wouldn’t say that every occasion is good to drink as much as you do. You can’t even remember why you are drinking? Your brains must be floating in alcohol. I know that you drink because you are so bad at handling your emotions, so you just try to bury them at the bottom of the glass. And in embrace of women you don’t even know properly.”<br/><br/>The girl placed her hand on the table, reaching to take Albion’s hand into hers. “Tell me Albion, what is it that you are trying to forget so hard?” It would do no good lecturing him. The man would probably remember nothing of this night tomorrow anyway. Nerissa was curious to know what it was that Albion wanted to hide, not only from other but from himself too. So far he had been very vague about those painful memories.<br/>