Zaid
The server returns with my and Seth’s drink, handing us each a glass. I sniff it, worried that the drug Harold and Rose planned may be planted in it, but all I smell is the alcohol. The server begins to walk away, but then Chris appears, throwing his arm over the server like a drunkard while Selane flirts with the poor wolf.
[We will take him to the dungeons,] Selane links me, pressing her scantily clad breasts against the server’s arm while Chris says something about trying a threesome.
[Thanks,] I respond, getting a wink from Selane as she nips at the poor server’s ear. Seth chuckles, shaking his head at the scene before taking a sip of his whisky.
“You think it’s safe?” Amos asks, eyeing the drink in my hand.
“Only one way to find out,” I answer with a shrug before gulping dow
