I always thought it would be a lot of fun to see the two of them drunk together. Poor Numair, what horrible timing.

Numair Salmalin decided that he had most definitely had too much to drink. Either that or the room just decided it would enjoy spinning for a little while. He had come to a riders party as Daine's request, she had been trying to get him to come to one for ages saying that they were a lot more relaxed than the stuffy banquets. Relaxed was right, how could anyone not be relaxed with that much alcohol being passed around. This, he decided was entirely Onua's fault, she was the one who kept giving him drinks. He decided that he should have a word with Onua about exactly what kind of environments she was introducing Daine to. That was, when he could talk to her without seeing two of her. Thinking of Daine he had what he could only describe as a brilliant idea. He should just tell her now, after all, it was a party, what better time? He moved, with quite some difficulty, through the crowd and finally spotted her. Daine it seemed had had her fair share too. She was currently leaning on the shoulder of Onua, who seemed to be extremely amused by her young assistant, and seemed to be rambling on about something or another. Onua looked up as he neared, laughing as he tripped over his own feet and had to steady himself on a nearby table.

"Why, aren't you two a pair?" The K'mir said, laughing.

"This is entirely your fault." He slurred, pointing his finger at the women, although he hand eye coordination was not at it's best and he ended up pointing several feet to the left.

"Hah, you're a grown man, you should have known your limits. Now here, be useful, take her for a bit will you?" With that Onua literally handed Daine to him and walked away. Daine just leaned heavily on his arm and giggled.

"You're drunk." She said looking up at him coyly.

"Like you should talk." He tried to glare, but it was simply too hard at the moment and she stuck her tongue out at him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Daine?" He prodded after a moment, smiling goofily down at her, for some reason this didn't seem to scary anymore.

"Mmmmhmm?" She mumbled, rubbing her face against his arm. She reminded him of a cat, it was adorable, he could kiss her. He smiled at this idea before remembering he should probably tell her first.

"I love you, Daine." Hmm, he thought, blunt but it works. He looked down at her as she looked up and smiled dazzlingly at him.

"Aw, I love you too, Numair." Although she slurred his name, making it sound more like Numy, and reached up to clumsily pat his cheek. He sighed, she didn't get it.

"No, Daine, I love you."

"And I love you to." She nodded, putting on a very serious face as though talking to a child.

"No" He was practically whining now. " I LOVE love you."

"Oh." She looked at him for a moment before a look of realization came over her and she opened her mouth to say something, shut it, made an odd little 'hrrrm' sound, and promptly closed her eyes, fell forward and passed out on Numair arm. Well that went well, he thought as he clumsily tried to find a place to put the young woman down.

The next morning Numair sat in the mess hall, squinting in the light and trying to ignore any loud noises, when Daine came in to sit next to him, looking as bad as he felt. He looked at her carefully for a moment as she reached for the sweet buns and finally said.

"You don't remember talking to me at all last night, do you?" He asked, shaking his head in defeat and she turned to him, squinting and cocking her head slightly.

"We were talking?" She asked blearily. Numair simply put his head down onto the table and shut his eyes, willing all the light in the room to suddenly disappear.

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