Granger tipped back his cup of mead, taking it all in one drag, down to the last drop. He didn’t even need to order a second. He had already become a regular at the bar now.
“There you are!” a familiar grinning voice called from the entrance, "I have been looking all over for you."
“No, you haven’t,” Granger scoffed, sipping from his second cup.
“No, you’re right, I haven’t.” Holden chuckled, “It’s quite clear these days that if you aren’t with Miss Ashleigh, you are here. And since I just saw the lovely miss sparring with Beta Galen, I came straight here.”
Granger growled at the mention of Galen.
‘Summer trash,’ he thought to himself, Holden may not have been privy to the actual thought, but he understood the atmosphere.
“So, my friend, what has you in such a foul mood? I and many others have noted that your relationship seems to be quite ‘loving’. Yet, this does not appear to be a celebratory drink,” Holden asked, taking a seat beside Granger.
