“Ha! I win!” Kire declared, raising her glass while still on the ground and promptly dropping it with drunken clumsiness. 
“I’m still here, you know,” Gavin said. “And why is it a competition?” 
“You’re not even drinking a lot! I’ve been counting!” Kire whined.
“Yeah? Alright Empress, how many did I have?”
“Too few!” 

Gavin shook his head, a motion that made him dizzy. “Ugh. Alright. You win. I’m going to bed.” He gave a nod to Ysaryn before standing on wobbly legs to go back to the caverns. He heard the echo of Kire shouting “victory is mine!” right before he stepped back into the kitchen. 
Kire dissolved into giggles once more as she carefully twisted so that she was laying with her back on the ground, looking up into Ysaryn’s face. “Heyy, Chief,” she said, grinning wide. “I like that. It kinda tickles.” She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the elf’s fingers on her scalp, feeling herself drift to sleep. “You smell like rain over the sea at dawn,” she slurred, before falling silent again for a few moments. 

“Hey, can I tell you something? I…don’t know if I want my throne back,” Kire murmured, eyes glazed as she opened her eyes to look up at Ysaryn. “What kind of Chieftess is that, right?” She chuckled a bit, softly shaking her head, looking fondly into her pink eyes, trying, and failing, to fight sleep.