>So now you're in a new town with a Burmecian girl grabbing supplies for the both of you.
>Freya went to the bar to grab a drink she said,l eaving you to grab some things for the travel ahead.
>A big pack for everything, some good walking boots for you, some light armour would be good, more arrows and a better blade, a freaking bath once you get back, and food and drink.
>best to travel light between the two of you. You wouldn't mind carrying it.
>You make your way through town, bartering with the local shops with the money you still had on you that thankfully didn't get ruined.
>Supplies paid, you head over to the bar.
>You spot her off in the back sitting in her red robe and hat. She's sipping on some dark drink.
>Taking a seat across from her, you order an apple cider for yourself.
>"So..," you say, trying to start a conversation.
>"So what?" She says, looking you dead in the eye.
>"I got all the food and drink you wanted, and some better stuff for me if you'll take me with you."
>"In the morning I'll decide, alright? Let's just take it easy right now."
>You decide to order a snack to munch on, some hot potato soup with bread sounds yummy right now.
>tossing waitress a silver piece you get two orders of soup and some bread.
>The bread is shared between you both, you break off half for Freya while she nurses her drink. You'd already downed the cider, and the soup was delicious.
>The time idles by while you both eat and chat the small stuff.
>You didn't realize how long you'd been gone and how long she'd had to have been here drinking. The sun was already going down!
>"Freya, how long have you been here? After we left I went shopping, but you haven't been here all this time, have you?"
>"I love this alcohol. And us Burmecians can hold our liquor compared to any human. This is like two beers in comparison.
>"Well we can't really stay here all night, can we? I mean, you don't want to sleep here, do you? You'll be kicked out."
>"I guess we could head back to the room for the night. But just one more..."
>She was totally shit-faced.
>She'd acted like she could hold it, and she was no lightweight compared to a human, but she drank a fuck-ton! You had to carry her bodily on your back to your room. Thankfully it was on the bottom floor.
>Arriving with the unconcious and inebriated Burmecian on your back you lay her gently down on the bed.
>She curls up instantly, hugging her knees to her chest.
>You figure now is a good time to run a hot bath for yourself. It would be good to get freshened up and get to sleep.
>The bath water soothes your sore muscles after running around town all day. Your thoughts drift to Freya, still unconscious and you can't help but think what life would be like if she took you with her. If it's anything like at the bar it would be great.
>Ah! That was good. You towel the water off and make for bed.
>You pull the covers from under Freya, and pull them back over the both of you.
>Now it's just you and one cute, drunk Burmecian in bed together.
>It would be romantic, if she wasn't in a coma from all the alcohol.
>Ah well, you decide it's best to just get some sleep for now instead of worrying about tomorrow.
>You pull the covers tight and close your eyes. Sleep overtakes you in an instant.