Bittersweet-Reality

"Keeeel, have a drink!" Domitan of Masbolle slurred loudly. The Third Company sergeant of the King's Own swung an arm around Keladry of Mindelan. Kel sighed and shook her head. She didn't mind going to Corus' local inns with Dom and the men of the Own, but Dom just got plain silly when he had too much to liquor in him. His speech got sloppy, hair tousled every which way and his cheeks pinker than the finest flowers in spring. Not to mention he got rather playful. Dom was always the type to flirt here and there, but after having too much to drink he got especially flirty. Kel removed his arm and patted him on the shoulder -- her heart did a l