"No, no more," Lukel snatched a glass of wine from Divale who pouted as she tried to reach out for the dozen glass she had this night.
Most of the werewolves had retired for the night, including Mama Luna, as tomorrow's works waited for them. The only Weres that were still in the tent were those who took entertainment from watching a vampire Princess drink to her stupor.
They had all taken bets round to see at what glass will she collapse and admit defeat while the Princess was adamant she could drink up to twenty glasses.
However, when she got to her fifteen, Lukel just had to ruin the show.
"I have had enough of this. Everyone, retire to your tents immediately," Lukel ordered and they all grumbled before they walked out one after the other.
"Hey! Come back!" Divale pouted as her merry brothers left the tent.
