[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.