Never Drink Again

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"You dance quite well even though you are drunk," I chuckled.

"Ain't I a good dancer?"

"You are. I am really impressed."

"But Iris dances better than me. Everyone likes it when she dances," she said.

"Everyone is looking at you too, my love," I said. "They like it."

"Have you seen her dancing?"

"She always dances even if the duke doesn't do so. So, yeah, but I have not noticed that well," I replied. I truly did not care what others did around me. My life had too many prob-lems to pay attention to useless things.

"She dances really well. I am jealous."

"Why? You dance really great too," I said. "Others are jealous of you, my love."

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, first of all, you look really beautiful. A lot of men have crush on you. It's kinda normal. Some people make someone their crush just seeing their looks, not their nature."

"You mean I have a bad nature?"