Quiet Reflection

Well he would never doubt the virtue of Zee’s intentions, he did think that speaking to her was a marvelous idea. “I dunno” he admitted. Around. Doing queenly things, most likely. They should talk to her, he missed his Zee. He wanted her arms about him, her scent in his nose. He vulted to his feet suddenly. “Zee?” he said, as though she might be right there, before them. She wasn’t of course, and he blinked about him, unsteady and a little dizzy from the quick motion.

He ignored the matter of his children for a moment, his mind was firmly made up on it. He would not have his line sulled in such a way, and he would take measures if he had to! He drew his drunken self up, blinking about him groggily.

When she offered more of the drunk, he forgot that he ever had a doubt about putting a little something in him to loosen his tongue. Maybe some more liquid courage would help him hunt down Zee and have a good heart to heart with her. “More” he agreed, with great eloquence and pose. He stumbled after her, wobbling quickly to catch up, and press her shoulder against his. Perhaps, swaying as they both were, they would balance eachother out and manage something almost straight as they made their way towards the courage. “We ‘s’hould do this more often ‘sis” he slurred. “Your a fun time.” he promised her, knocking his shoulder more heavily against her as he made his point.