"Y-Yeah, I gotta go pee real quick."
"Would've been surprised if you didn't."
"Rose, do not take any more drinks on your way there!"
Ambrose practically ignored those comments from Loki and Gabriel as he wandered off into the bar to go empty himself.
It's been hours, and the time was already past eight PM. Safe to say, he got carried away—one rainbow martini quickly turned to three. Then he let himself get lost taking bottomless mimosas.
Of course, Viktor had taken Orion to a hotel suite they all booked beforehand earlier. Ambrose would've hated for the poor boy to see him like this.
[Your metabolism should have all that alcohol out of your system in another ten minutes.]
"Yay me." He mumbled out, brushing past the crowded hallway leading to the men's restroom.
The pale blue lighting made him feel extra dizzy, forcing him to place a hand on his forehead.
[You're lucky you're far from a normal human now. What you've taken should be enough to knock out fifteen grown men.]
