Ch 151: A Drink Together

Once we reached the mansion, we all parted ways. Except for Nick, he walked with Sally and me to the third.

"Goodnight, see ya in the morning," said Nick before he took a right down the long hallway to get Samantha at the nursery. I just give him a head gesture before, taking Sally inside our room.

She and I went into the Master bedroom and entered our closets to change into something more suitable for bed. She changed into the bathroom, I just put on a pair of my usual long black shorts and left my muscle shirt on, and took off the casual black shirt. From taking off my weapons belt, I grabbed my ticker-hand gun and two knives. Never once would I ever sleep unarmed. I've had countless assassins try to take me out during my sleep. Plus that's when attacks happen the most in any Kingdom.

Once I was set to relax I came out of my closet. At about the same time, Sally walked out of the bathroom. She wore soft black long pants and a tank top. The girl has my taste, black looked so sexy on her body, I thought, as she put on her a black velvet zipper jacket. I couldn't help but inwardly chuckled, she was adamant about not allowing me to check out that fine sexy body.

Together we walked down to the living room where she flopped a seat on the side of the couch with the window behind it. She curled herself up comfortably and held that same pillow I left out for her, in her arms. I went behind my bar for a drink and slip open the bottom cabinet between the stools.

"Would you like something to drink too?" I asked while I took my bottle off the bottle rack.

Sally replied, "I'd rather avoid getting high on shots."

I briefly smiled and said. "It's shot-free and there isn't any type of drugs in it. It's only a berry blend."

"Are you certain about that?" She asked and implied to have no trust in what I said.

I looked at her square in the eye and said firmly yet carefully. "I understand you're having trust issues but I assure you. I don't have any reason to drug you or intoxicate you. The only way I'd do that would be for a good reason."

Yet she sorta glared a glance at me."I can't see how purposely drugging anyone would validate as a good reason." She snobbed her nose justifying her opinion.

But I merely smiled to assimilate she has every reason to distrust anything anyone might try to tell her.

"Well, let's say a woman is pregnant and is sickly during her pregnancy. But she refuses to take anything to help her and the unborn. Sometimes pregnant women tend to not always act themselves. They can refuse help when they're sick. A lot of times her husband has to intervene. So he will drug her by using drinks that would be beneficial to his wife and their unborn baby. Is that such a bad thing?" I delicately explained and asked.

For a second her face was blank when contemplating. A gentle smile curved her lips as she said. "Okay, I'll give you that reason."

Luckily, she was practical and heard me out before jumping to conclusions.

"Do want to try this berry blend?" I genuinely asked her.

She stood up and tossed the pillow down and came to the bar where the other couch section was behind her.

"Sure, only a little bit." She answered. "I just want to sample it and see if I like it."

I nodded with a faint smirk and bent down to get two stem crystal glasses from the cabinet. I placed the glasses on the bar and popped the dark red fancy bottle and poured her a tiny amount to sip on. She picked up the glass as I watched her. Before she drank it, I got this particular look but I gestured for her to try it. She didn't say anything and gulped down the pinch of dark red liquid I had given her. Instantly, her eyes popped and she squints her face from the bitter tar taste hitting her tongue. She coughs several times and I couldn't help but cackle.

"Y-yeah, that is w-way too strong!" She said gagging.

I snickered at her and said. "I have something else I think you'll like."

I kneeled and searched my eyes on the rack. Then picked out a clear fancy bottle that was a light pink color and bought it up to pour a tiny amount into her glass and slid the glass over to her. At first, she give me a skeptical look but picked up the glass and pressed it against her lips. This time instead of gulping it down she slipped a tiny amount into her mouth. Then she cutely pecked her lips together a few times.

"This one tastes much better," she said more satisfied with the tasty flavor.

I chuckled and filled her glass about halfway. "Do you care if I sit on the couch?"

I tried to prevent myself from giving her this strange gape when she asked me such a bizarre question.

"Sally, this is our room you may decorate it and do whatever you please here. You can eat in my closet for all I care. You can even enjoy the balcony. In fact, the whole mansion partly belongs to you. My weapons are the only thing you aren't allowed to get into." I said and understood she had strict rules during her enslavement. I could tell by her slight gesture she wasn't sure to believe.

Nevertheless, she left the bar and sat down on the section of the couch, that had the bar behind it, and the tv in front of her view. So I sat beside her putting my glass on the coffee table in front of us.

"I kinda figured you'd like that," I started noticing she was enjoying her drink. "Women like the weaker fruit blends."

"I'm surprised you have such a girly drink in your bar," she giggled.

I chuckled for a minute. "It's in here for Samantha and Jeremy my twelve-year nephew when he stays with me."

"Awe, that's sweet of you," she cooed.

"But just so you are aware I separate my shots. The pure leaf shot is in the clear bottle underneath the bar's cabinet. In case you ever go into the cabinet to get a drink. You'll wanna avoid that bottle if you don't wanna get high or vomit." I informed.

"Thanks, for the telling," she spoke with much gratitude.

"And Also, so you know, I am not big on drinking shots myself," I honestly shared with her.

Her eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Why is that?" She asked me with those dazzling innocent eyes.

[Author's note: You'll learn later on about ticker guns.]