What the hell?

"Come ooooon, Dunkan! Lighten up! You're always so stiff!" Rather than take her next drink, she pushed the flask back towards him, prompting him to take another. She wanted the boy to get out of his shell for once. "You're like an old man. You're going to die young if you don't have any fun." She didn't want that. Asla liked Dunkan despite his stoic, stuffy ways. "Drink! Drink! Drink!" She chanted through peals of laughter.

Already she was feeling a bit better. There had been so much negativity in her life lately that his was shaping up to be a fun night even if Dunkan refused to be fun with her. If anything, she could drink and pester him. Maybe someone else would come along to mess with. Anything to get her mind off of the recent happenings in the pack. Ugh... Once Dunkan drank again, she took the mead and tipped it upwards, taking a huge slug. This drink tasted better than the last had, but it was still a little blech.