Once the words were spoken, everyone present began to join in the uproar.
Beauregard Shepherd was the most excited of them all.
The two of them squared off, ready for rock-paper-scissors.
As expected, Flora Yule lost.
Everyone could see she lost on purpose, yet she pouted and complained, "Annoying, the leaders didn't even let me win."
Beauregard was impatient.
He poured a glass of wine down his throat.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, he brought it to Flora Yule. Flora played coy, hesitating yet accepting, and they kissed, mouth to mouth, as the wine transferred from Beauregard's mouth to Flora's.
This was the so-called saliva wine.
During the wine transfer.
Beauregard couldn't help but let his tongue slip in for a taste.
Then he wiped his mouth and said, "Delicious."
And with that.
