Take Me Drunk, I'm Home

Ria hit him like a freight train. Out of no where the small blue gril would burst through the underbrush and her scent seemed to follow, lingering just long enough to give the brute a fright. He let out a muffled curse as he was swept sideways, recoiling just in time to see who the culprit was. When he recognized the starry pelt he lurched to his feet, a bit more wobbly than he had expected. "Faria! You're here! I was looking for you," he professed, wondering why his words seemed so slow and sluggish.  "You've gotta try this fruit," he insisted after. In a better state of mind he might have asked her where she'd been or what she'd been up to but the potent apples had clouded and cluttered his mind. Still, his oldest friend at his side again, the young man felt his spirit lift.