Another empty jug thudded on the counter of the bar. "One mooore!" Enedith called out, waving at the bartender. His white flowered shirt was already stained by fruit wine, and yet he asked for more.
"You shouldn't drink THAT MUCH, Ene. Master will be angry again! Or you'll do something to yourself..." Ori, sitting beside him, warned him.
"Oh, shut up, you! I'll be just fine!" he waved his hand at the warnings, and grabbed the new jug.
She sighed, and turned away, looking around the tavern. It was a mistake to go, but who else would take care of him? When he was drunk, he was so... Careless.
Her eyes wandered around the dark room. There were many strange people sitting around.