As prodigious a drinker as he may be, Wei Wuxian is usually fairly good at pacing himself. Not tonight. As they wend their way up to the room, he chugs from the second bottle of wine like a parched man drinking from a river. The bottle is empty before they even reach his door.
Madam Bar, not being able to read minds, did nothing to change the arrangement of the beds. Damn it. She has so much magic, why could she not hear his thoughts, too? This all seems deeply unfair.
Carefully, he sets the empty bottle on the bookshelf and adds both his flute and the portfolio Harrow gave him. Far too late, he realizes he never told Lan Zhan about his second adventure to Canaan House. Perhaps it's for the best; considering how the first attempt went, it would only worry him unnecessarily.
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As prodigious a drinker as he may be, Wei Wuxian is usually fairly good at pacing himself. Not tonight. As they wend their way up to the room, he chugs from the second bottle of wine like a parched man drinking from a river. The bottle is empty before they even reach his door.
Madam Bar, not being able to read minds, did nothing to change the arrangement of the beds. Damn it. She has so much magic, why could she not hear his thoughts, too? This all seems deeply unfair.
Carefully, he sets the empty bottle on the bookshelf and adds both his flute and the portfolio Harrow gave him. Far too late, he realizes he never told Lan Zhan about his second adventure to Canaan House. Perhaps it's for the best; considering how the first attempt went, it would only worry him unnecessarily.