DamiClo
Senior Member
"It was...only a...one"
Viola raised her brow in a bit of a sarcastic gesture as his breath was blown on her face, causing for her to scrunch her nose "Yeah, right" He couldn't even speak properly! When he asked for her to help him, she hesitated. She wasn't that sure it'd be the best of ideas, even more now that he was evidently tipsy to say the least.
"What if I go and look for your fri-" She started suggesting, but when she noticed him wobbling even while standing on his feet, she wasn't all that sure it'd be good to have him walking around in that state, or even leaving him on his own either.
Letting out a sigh, she grabbed him by the arm and pressed her body against his side so as to allow him to use it to support himself if needed "How much did ya' drink? Seriously" He wasn't all that wasted, but surely it couldn't have been a single one.
She threw a glance in his direction, and, as there was no response given, she shook her head a bit before helping him into the room.
The room was not so big itself, nor was it really illuminated. The dark curtains were not drawn back and the light bulbs inside the room were quite dim. The wooden large table stood in the middle of the room with a couple of empty glasses on top before each of the eight leather seats.
"There ya' go" Guiding him to the nearest leather seat, she declared as she allowed for his body to fall back on it.
The young woman leaned in and reached for the glass situated in front of him, taking it with her and pouring some water inside before returning to his side and handing it over for him to drink it.
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Viola raised her brow in a bit of a sarcastic gesture as his breath was blown on her face, causing for her to scrunch her nose "Yeah, right" He couldn't even speak properly! When he asked for her to help him, she hesitated. She wasn't that sure it'd be the best of ideas, even more now that he was evidently tipsy to say the least.
"What if I go and look for your fri-" She started suggesting, but when she noticed him wobbling even while standing on his feet, she wasn't all that sure it'd be good to have him walking around in that state, or even leaving him on his own either.
Letting out a sigh, she grabbed him by the arm and pressed her body against his side so as to allow him to use it to support himself if needed "How much did ya' drink? Seriously" He wasn't all that wasted, but surely it couldn't have been a single one.
She threw a glance in his direction, and, as there was no response given, she shook her head a bit before helping him into the room.
The room was not so big itself, nor was it really illuminated. The dark curtains were not drawn back and the light bulbs inside the room were quite dim. The wooden large table stood in the middle of the room with a couple of empty glasses on top before each of the eight leather seats.
"There ya' go" Guiding him to the nearest leather seat, she declared as she allowed for his body to fall back on it.
The young woman leaned in and reached for the glass situated in front of him, taking it with her and pouring some water inside before returning to his side and handing it over for him to drink it.
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