Skipping up the hill, Alice glanced around looking for Ragnar but the old man was nowhere to be found.
Furrowing her brows, she took another drink of her mead and closed her eyes.
After a moment, her lips curled up into a grin as she grabbed a jug from her pouch and handed it behind her.
"Wanna drink~?" She asked, clearly drunk. Ragnar smiled wearily and let out a laugh.
"You're in quite a good mood." Ragnar chuckled, accepting the jug and sat down on his seat.
Blinking her eyes, Alice was confused when the chairs appeared but didn't question it and slumped down in one.
"Yep~ Capt'n said we could buy whatever and it'll be on him tonight~ Hehe~ So I bought all the mead I wanted. It was thisssss much." Alice giggled while spreading out her arms.
"I see, I feel sorry for your captain now." Ragnar shook his head as the stench of alcohol was extremely pungent on Alice. For it to get to this stage, there was no doubt that she drank an absurd amount.
