#igor 001

If he had expected that she was going to offer a gentle hand with his reckless behavior, then he was about to gain a refresher of how she ticked. She hadn’t bothered getting ice from someplace; instead, she just used a spell to watch a bucket fill with ice cubes. It was winter, and the cold hardly phased her given how accustomed she was to it from being up north.

With a swift movement, she had the bucket throw the ice onto him. “Sober up, I’m not spending the Holiday with a drunk.” She crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at him expectantly. “Now.”