Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa leisurely sipped her beer, watching as Snow and Jonathan turned red with each gulp.

As more people crowded into the barbecue joint, the sound of drinking games drifted over from the neighboring table. Quintessa found herself drifting into a haze, feeling like the people before her were blurring into duplicates, and the voices around her were drifted further away.

Tyrone, noticing that Quintessa had already emptied two bottles in front of her, quickly snatched the beer bottle from her hand, "Your stomach isn't feeling well. Drink less."

Quintessa blinked, "Wha-what did you say?"

Meeting Quintessa's confused gaze, Tyrone was momentarily lost for words, "Geez, you're drunk?"

Quintessa tilted her head, "Not at all."

Tyrone wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Alright, alright, if you say so. Here, try some fish. Their grilled fish is decent."

Quintessa took a bite and frowned, "This doesn't taste good."

Quintessa, a bit tipsy from drinking, swayed unsteadily and had trouble sitting up straight. Her gaze was hazy and lost, shed her usual tough exterior, appearing as vulnerable as a lost kitten.

Tyrone couldn't help but pinch Quintessa's cheek, which she immediately shook off, trying to swat his hand away.

chuckled at her antics; even drunk, she was

her head,

said, "Dizzy? Rest against

side, disdain written all over his

early hours of the morning, both Snow and Jonathan were passed out, and there was still

alcohol tolerance, they still wanted to compete

lifted Quintessa in his arms, "My girl, I'm taking her home.

nodded, helping Snow up

Snow

and said, "Quinn,

I

like you. Tyrone's no good for you can offer

can't give

Quintessa, he would have kicked

mind, and still bad-mouthing him. What did he mean he couldn't provide Quinn with a happy marriage?

a dark expression, Tyrone said, "Strip them and

downstairs, paid the bill, and rode

didn't