"You drank too much," Azrael stated with a worried expression on his face as he readied to stand. "Do you... are you alright? Do you need water?"
Ashelia shook her head firmly. "I'm… I'm fine," she assured him. "The burning only took me by surprise. It doesn't hurt anymore."
Azrael furrowed his brows. "Are you sure?" He was carefully searching for signs of drunkenness on her now.
"I am." She then looked down at the contents of the mug and smiled. "It's good." With that, she finished what was left, licked her lips, and extended her mug toward him. "I want more."
Azrael had to stare at her in astonishment for a while to process her actions. Did the server really bring them what he ordered?
He took a sip of his own drink just to confirm and it was definitely march beer. So why wasn't she even slightly wobbly after having half a mug?
