Oh gosh. Stretched out on Ben, still drinking champagne. Still ridiculously lit from within, drunk just enough to have a buzz that gives me wings and now my birthday is over. There will be no more drinkgs, Ben will go back downstairs, Lochlan will reverse all o fhis crazyiness and the spell with be rbokne.
But not quite yet.
Stilld runk.
But not quite yet.
Stilld runk.