"Fian, could you take Della home?" Gara turned to the elf who hadn't done anything since earlier, not even eaten, since he had finished his meal before Gara arrived.
Without a word, Fian lifted Della into his arms and carried her away.
Meanwhile, Chief Hari scratched his head, looking guilty. Getting tipsy from a single drink wasn't unusual… was it?
After chatting briefly, he excused himself to check on Rima.
The night stretched on. No more singing, no more talent shows, just villagers and Liners focusing on their drinks. Gara and Madha included.
At first, Gara resisted. He hadn't touched alcohol once in the year since arriving in this world. But once wouldn't hurt, right?
He was confident in his tolerance. Back in the office, he was the one who had to take care of his boss and coworkers whenever they got wasted after company dinners.
What Gara forgot was that his sturdy old body was gone. This new one wasn't nearly as resilient.
