Mission accomplished

~Prince Randall~

While we sat in the bar, we kept stealing glances at each other and smiling, ignoring the presence of Branden.

He suspiciously looked at us. I could see confusion and wonder on his face. His face clearly wrote, “What the heck?”.

I looked at her again and I noticed she was going to pour herself another wine. Slowly, I held the wine bottle and looked into her eyes.

“Take it slow, okay?” I warned, and she chuckled and shrugged.

“What? It’s just my third glass.” She uttered with slight laughter, taking the bottle from me and pouring some into her glass.

“Two glasses of wine is efficient to make you tipsy.” I adamantly added.

“But it won’t be drinking into a stupor, would it?” She further asked, and I heaved a sigh at her stubbornness.

“Moreover, you’ll be here to help me like you did the last time, right?” She added in high spirits as she slurped more wine.

“Right,” I muttered, resting my back again.

“F**k it.” Branden cursed, moving his chair closer to me. “You