Merilyn checked Dan's expression carefully, just to be sure one more time.
Dan took another generous swig of rum, stuffed a fig in his mouth as a whole.
' No, he is completely drunk. ' she made sure.
" Aren't you a well informed one ? How do you know of glass pommels ? " she asked curiously, her tone slurring a little.
" Do you want to know ? " Dan asked her, leaning in to her.
Merilyn nodded her head, like a rattle drum.
" Not telling you. " Dan broke down into a fit of giggles.
He is only buzzed, there's more alcohol on his clothes than in his belly, but as they came here, he became a little more drunk.
His head is clear, but his hands or not.
This is some good alcohol, he opined, as he chugged down one more switch.
" Hey! Aren't we friends ! I even let you into a secret chamber ! " Merilyn sulked.
