Drunken mistake?

ACCALIA'S POV

Chief Orel entered the kitchen with his expression being grave.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's something you both need to see," he said, his voice tinged with urgency.

Martha and I exchanged a worried glance before we hurriedly followed him behind.

Chief Orel led Martha and me out of the kitchen and into the yard, where we found Don and Kito lounging under the shade of a tree and they were surrounded by empty bottles.

"Don, darling, are you okay?" I asked because there was a mixture of concern and amusement as I approached him and I took note of his slightly glazed expression.

Don grinned up at me, his words slurring slightly. "Never better, my love! Just enjoying the local... um, beverages."

Martha giggled beside me, clearly finding Don's drunken state entertaining.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his exaggerated introduction, shooting Martha an apologetic glance. "Looks like someone's having a good time," I remarked, a hint of amusement in my voice.

Kito raised an eye