Drink With Lucille

“Thanks for the drink, Mia,” I said, standing up from the table. She waved me away with a sip of her mug. I headed over to the table Lucille was sitting at, alongside a few of the town guard. Lucille was easily drinking them under the table, and most looked ready to pass out or just throw up. I grabbed an empty seat. “This seat taken?”

“Flynn! Itsho good to sheee ya!” slurred Lucille, happily pulling my arm to sit down at the table. She downed the rest of her mug before demanding another round for her and myself from the poor overworked barmaid. Lucille scooted her chair closet to me, affectionately leaning up against my arm as she continued to speak, “these guysh’re such pushovers! Can’t even hold a few mugsha likker!”

“Well, I doubt most could hold a candle to the national treasure that is your liver,” I joked. Lucille burst into laughter, even snorting at one point, which caused her to laugh even harder.

“You’re funny, Flynn,” she said, placing a hand on my thigh.

“Ohhhh shiiittt,” groaned a guard sitting across the table. He was clearly regretting his life choices as he stood and sprinted outside. The sounds of vomiting could be heard from our table.

“Here you are, ma’am. Last one of the night, so make it count,” the barmaid said, putting another mug of ale in front of Lucille.

“Wha!! The hell!? I’m totally shober!” Lucille protested, banging her fist on the table.

“It was Kliff ’s call, not mine. Got an issue, take it up with him,” she shrugged, taking away a few empty mugs before returning to the bar.

“Who’s he thinks he is!?” demanded Lucille, standing up from the table, mug in hand.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down,” I said, grabbing her by the shoulder. I glanced to the bar, where the rather buff old bartender glared at us. I mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to him before dragging Lucille back to the table. Lucille sulked, sipping her ale while the other remaining guards at the table stumbled away for the night. “It’s for the best. You’re gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow as is, may as well not make it worse.”

“No I won’t,” she said like a petulant child.

“Huh? How’s that?” I asked.

“Alice can just heal it away,” she said boastfully, like it was some master plan she had been concocting for years.

“Can she?” I asked, wondering what healing magic classified as a wound.

“Therrrsh only one way to find out!” she declared, downing the rest of her drink, as well as mine, before stumbling over to Alice. Figuring I’d best keep an eye on her, I followed closely behind.

“Alish!” bellowed the drunken Lucille. The sheepish cleric turned around, startled.

“Oh, it’s just you, Lucille. Are you alright? You seem a bit...” she trailed off.

“Hammered,” I said.

“Yes, that,” Alice said.

“Heal my hangover!” Lucille demanded, grabbing Alice by the forearm.

“Oh, um, okay,” she said. Right then, she moved one hand above Lucille’s chest, and with a flash of light, the spell was cast. Suddenly Lucille was sober, her intoxication completely done away with by the healing spell.

“What in the?” Lucille questioned, looking around confused.

“You’re welcome, Lucille,” said Alice.

“I DIDN’T MEAN NOW!!! I meant tomorrow morning!” Lucille groaned, clutching her head in both hands.

“Oh. Um, sorry,” said Alice.

“Now what? They won’t sell me any more booze,” she complained. Then her face lit up as she turned back to me. “You.”

“Me!?” I said, confused. Alice took the opportunity to slink away, bailing out the front of the guild.

“Go get us some booze!” she said, scratching her arm. Clearly going from hammered to completely sober in an instant wasn’t the best for her body, as she was breaking out into a sweat.

“Alright, alright, just stop pushing,” I said, my concern for her outweighing the annoyance of her pushing me around. I went up to the bar while Lucille stood a ways away. “Can I get a bottle of whiskey?”

“For you? Or for her?” asked the bartender, Kliff, glaring down at me.

“Uh, me?” I said, it coming out more like a question than a statement. He sighed deeply.

“Look kid. I’ll give it to ya. She ain’t gonna drink it here though. Just make sure she gets home safe and doesn’t get into any trouble,” he said, pulling a bottle of whiskey off the shelf. I graciously paid the man and scampered off, feeling his glare on me as I went.

“Good news and bad news,” I said, returning to Lucille.

“Yeah?” She said.

“I got the bottle, but we’ve been kicked out for the night,” I said, slightly dejected. Her eyes lit up, and she snatched the whiskey from my hands. She opened it and took a big swig as we left the guild. “So uh, where to now?”

“Hmm...dunno...” she mumbled, taking another drink from the bottle. As we walked aimlessly down the streets of the capital under the night sky, she gradually got closer to me, until she was pressed up against me.

Her drunken flirtatiousness was back in full ****. She was pressing her breasts (now unarmored) up against my arm as we walked, passing the bottle between the two of us. We walked and talked for a bit, her flirting becoming more and more forward until we found ourselves in front of an inn by complete chance. Or perhaps it was Lucille’s drunken mind naturally leading us towards her next desire.

“Cmon,” she said, pulling me in for a kiss, “let’s go get a room.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, surprised by how forward she was after a few drinks.

“Oh come on, we both want it. I’ve been wanting you even more since you fucked me back at the witch’s place. And I know you’ve wanted me as well, based on the looks you give me,” she said, reaching down to grab my already hardening cock.

“You sure this isn’t just the **** talking?” I asked, wanting to make sure she wouldn’t regret it later. She drew me into another kiss, deeper and more passionate this time.

“I’m sure,” she said, pulling me into the inn.