"Adam is approaching us." Naomi giggled as she spoke, a testament to her drunken state.
Levina was worse off, pointing at Adam and laughing like one whose brain nuts had been unscrewed. "I think he will prefer you to be the princess, rather than Rachel…" She placed her index finger on her lips. "Sheesh. Don't tell Rachel…"
I shook my head, and took a sip from the drink in my cup, one out of seven. I was counting, since it wasn't in my plans to be drunk like the fellows around me. The bonfire had been lit as I expected, with everyone and no one talking.
There had been horror stories told at one point, with Sinclair clutching the prize of storytelling. Even the triplets had enjoyed the gathering, if the smiles on their faces had been any indicator. Sadly, they weren't drunk. Not for want of the booze being weak. No, Sinclair had kept his word to the 'magic angel'.
