David asks you and Ralph for a drink.

"I'm thirsty, care for a drink?" David asks, acting rustled and bored by the silence after your mother's leaving out the room.

Before you can answer, Ralph butts in, "I think we deserve a drink right about now, right Heather?" Ralph winks at you for some reason.

"Yes, I'll get you guys some glasses and some Chardonay-" Ralph interrupts David.

"I think this moment deserves some red wine," Ralph says.

"I think that's right. Red wine coming up," David says as he goes out the double door and onto the balcony to find a wine cooler.

Now alone with Ralph, you become rustled just sitting near him. Ralph breaks the silence and tries to start a conversation with you. He asks, "So how are you Heather?"

You stumble with your answer but say it clearly as to not to offend Ralph, "I'm fine I guess."

"You're not uncomfortable are you?" he concerningly asks.

"No. Well maybe a little," you reply.

"Well don't be," he tells you. After saying this, David comes in with a bottle of red wine and three wine glasses. He hands Ralph one and another to you. He starts pouring wine into his glass and into Ralph's and then to yours.

Apparently knowing what might happen when you become intoxicated with **** you say, "Oh, I don't drink-" but Ralph interrupts with some advice.

"I don't think it is right to say that, dear. You see, David here is a man who know his wine and drinks and I think, it will serve him well if you didn't refuse," Ralph advises you.

"Well, okay, maybe just one drink," you say and David's apparent frown quickly becomes a smile. He pours the red liquid into your glass and you and the others toast your glasses and you take your first sip.

After sipping the first sips of the red liquid, you quickly feel the effects of the beverage. Quickly you feel like you have a fever without the side effects. You feel like you get hot even though the cooling of the room is blowing.

"You okay?" Ralph concerningly asks.

"I'm fine," you lie to not offend David any further.

"She's fine, just one drink is good," David says.

"Your right, but's she so beautiful though, am I right?" Ralph playfully asks.

"Yeah," David says.

"I don't feel so good," you whine a little under your breath.

"Really? Here let me fix that," Ralph says and turns his head towards my face and quickly kisses you. You are surprised by the kiss but then you remember what your mother whispered in your ear.