301 Assembly

[What's going on here?] Typhon asked.

|[Nothing!]| I said with a start.

[Hehe…Nothing…hic.] Ophelia repeated, her body wobbling like string, before immediately collapsing.

|[Ophelia.]| I tried to help her up, but no matter what I did, she remained limp, muttering incoherently while Typhon stared at us with a frown. 

He gave us a once over, incredulous eyes settling on Ophelia's limp form. 

[Are you…what did you drink?] He asked.

|[Shh! Stop speaking]| I immediately stopped Ophelia from replying, lest her drunken rambling ruin everything!

Unfortunately, while I did, Typhon sped over to the bottle, his disapproving stare narrowing at me.

|[It's not what it looks like - ]| I hastily said.

[What is it then?] Typhon glowered at the both of us.

|[It's not poison.]| I offered instead. |[And I didn't know she would become like this.]| 

But his frown only deepened.