"Don't move, let me hug you for a bit." Damian buried his face in her neck like a child.

Pearl instantly felt this was crossing a boundary, so her expression changed. "Stop that, Damian," she said firmly, her voice steady and clear.

Damian let go, looking disappointed at her serious rejection. Luckily, the dim light of the bar masked his expression.

"You've had too much to drink. You should have some water and sober up," Pearl suggested, unsettled by the intensity in his gaze.

"I'm not drunk. I'm perfectly fine-" Damian attempted to clarify, but Pearl interrupted.

"Yes, you are drunk."

She was distancing herself from him. "Ha, yeah. Guess I did drink a lot. I even

but then watched as he walked over to a young woman who was dressed like

was shocked

had asked Damian

wavered slightly after the unexpected hug,

you here?" Pearl sounded

smiled. "Dame said he's a little drunk

him home?" It puzzled her how Damian, known for his tolerance, could be so affected by alcohol that he required someone else's

Damian? To prevent any potential issues

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