"Orion, did you do something to my liver, or have these drinks gotten weak as s**t since last time?"
"FRISKA I LOVE yooouuuuu"
Orion reached out to hug her, but embraced only the countertop as the alcohol finally won out.
"Well, there's my answer." She rolled her eyes. "Slick, you can handle yourself, right? I gotta get this idiot to bed before he embarrasses
"Hey, you know I got pick o' the litter when it comes to these kittens. Don't worry 'bout me. You okay to drive, though?"
"Yeah, no thanks to Doctor Lightweight here tryin' to look out for me," Friska said as she scooped Orion up with one arm and slung him over her shoulder. "Tomorrow morning, he and I are gonna have a long talk about who he's supposed to be working for. Try not to catch anything while I'm gone, okay?"
"It's somethin' 'bout redheads, man," Slick said to himself as he watched her walk away, hips swaying as if unencumbered by her unconscious cargo. "Barkeep! Another round."