♕ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ｗｉｎｇｓ.

"Dammit, Sabrina--"

The next time he saw her--with a clear head, that is--he'd be sure to battle her into submission. You will rue this day...you'll be destroyed by his hands. He was more than furious, but the alcohol had numbed the feeling--there was just a light feeling buzzing in the center of his mind, and though he wasn't exactly drunk yet, he probably will be soon.

"Whatever. You're not going to win whatever game you're playing at."

He'll reign victorious. For the third time, a cup was brought to his lips, and it slid down easily, this time with no fits of coughing. Step 1 complete--he was getting used to this. Though...that didn't stop a brief hiccup being emanated from pallid lips.

"I didn't realize you this big of a sadist, Sabrina." 

What an irritating woman--she probably really did want to see him get drunk for the sake of her own entertainment. He frowned, groaning once more before bringing another cup to his lips.

"Thanks a lot--it'll be you next time, mark my words."

And he swallowed it, erupting in a fit of laughter once more--but his head was starting to hurt and his mind felt fuzzy.