Back to Back Party

Aresenn nodded in acknowledgment, took a drink of something encased in a weird type of material, and answered his question. He gave a good explanation of who was in charge, and those who served directly beneath them. As he explained who was who, Sephiran looked across the crowed, connecting appearances to descriptions. His eyes settled on the king a bit longer than the others, who, to his surprise, didn’t look like a king at all. Was that a woman? His lips twitched slightly, nearly pulling back into a sneer at the thought of a woman being an alpha, let alone leading a pack of raiding pirates. It defied the natural order.

While Aresenn spoke, he could smell a pungent, sour scent on his breath. It made his nostrils twitch and his brows furrow. The drink at his paws must have been the alcohol he mentioned before, and Sephiran was interested in it. So, when the pirate boy told him to help himself, he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the nearest bottle to them, chugging down a few swigs without a second thought. It burned as it went down, which made him roughly cough to clear his throat. “Should have thought twice before inviting me then.” He retorted with a smirk, his eyes shifting to connect with the boy’s before he took another drink from the bottle. It tasted disgusting, but something about it made him want to keep drinking it.

After several swigs, given that the teenager was a lightweight, he was already starting to feel a head change. His body felt warm, as if a small fire had kindled inside him. He started to feel light on his paws, but in reality, his center of gravity was disrupted by the alcohol. He also started to feel a mix of labile emotions, shifting between feeling euphoric, combative, and even a little lustful. He was starting to understand why everyone was drinking this stuff.

So when another boy arrived, stumbling over his words and challenging everyone to a fight, Sephiran became absorbed by the thought of a spar. He attempted to shove Aresenn with his shoulder, his head turning to face the boy. The expression on his face made his intentions obvious. If you’re down, I’m down. Either way, Sephiran would probably engage. But he wanted Aresenn to join him in the fun.

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