A Lightweight
Once again, Gilas found himself drinking the night away. This time, it was with his liege and their closest allies as they sat at a table with a considerable distance away from their respective mates. He could only be thankful as he down another swig of his wine, hoping that Clara didn't see him be this insistent that she was the most beautiful woman in the hall.
"Huh? I can't believe you're all dismissing Aurelia like this," Calypso drunkenly chimed in. "Have you seen my mate? She's so cool… Always calm and collected.."
"And clearly cannot stand you," Gilas scoffed, his cheeks hinting at his relative state of drunkenness. "At least I'm making progress with Clara. And she's just as much a beauty as any of them."
"Some beauty she is if Cousin Darius didn't accept her feelings," Calypso scoffed.