A glass of wine became two, then four, five, and so on.
Soon, Alex started to feel woozy and dizzy. His head spun and his senses became dulled.
He couldn't stop laughing and talking nonsense.
"My goodness gracious, I must say, this wine is quite delicious. My taste buds cannot believe how wonderful they are." His hands rested on the young lady's lap, kneading and feeling her curves.
"Mmmhmmm," the young lady cooed back to him. "You sure know what good wine tastes like, don't you?"
"Of course, I do, my sweetest darling. What else would a fine gentleman such as myself know besides the pleasures of the ladies and the joys of the drink?" Alex laughed drunkenly.
He felt her hand move up to his neck, massaging his muscles.
Damien slouched back on his chair, sipping a fine glass of winter wine, a special delicacy from the Winter Kingdom. He watched the soon-to-dead enjoying himself.
