As Blackbeard walked into the parlor, his date would already be there, prim and proper, diligently sitting on the seat waiting for him to arrive… not.
Rather, when Blackbeard walked into the dungeon, what awaited him instead would be a copious amount of bottles scattered on the table, his date sitting down on the chair, chugging down yet another bottle of wine, with all the care in the world of a newborn chick, which is to say none. A scarlet red flush was obviously present on her face as she happily downed her god knows what numberth bottle. The moment he walked in, she faced her head towards him before lazily smiling and waving towards him, a half empty bottle in hand.
“Hic… that really hit the spot… Heyyy~ oh, Benkei, is that you?! Why didn’t you tell me you were here sooner! Come over here, come, come, share a drink with me! Your Lord demands it! These ‘Idahleons’ definitely know how to make some good spirits! It’s even better than some of the sake we stole from the Taira clan back during Yashima!”
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