“A-Are you drunk again?” Seth questioned softly as he stepped closer to the other male. Lifting his hand up, Seth gently grabbed a hold of the others hand, a slight frown on his face. “I thought we were stopping with doing all that?”
“Takes more than a beer to get an Arcadian drunk, Seth.” Alizair said as he sipped the bottle, chuckling. “Besides it’s root beer, not real beer. Gotta stay sober if I’m gonna keep my job, after all.” he said, offering the bottle. “Where ya been? Haven’t seen you in weeks. Thought you’d run off or something.”
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