Teague was asleep on the StoryBook.
Queen Maeve came in and smacked him on the head.
"Ow! What the hell?" He shouted.
"Don't you dare use language like that in my house!" Maeve shouted.
"What'd I do to piss you off today, mother?" Maeve was enraged and pushed her son off the chair he was sitting on and threw down the book. Teague hit his head against the wall. He groaned in pain. Hearing it, Maeve ripped a blank page from the book and threw it in the fire. Teague screamed as each section of the page touched the fire, a burn appeared on his skin.
"We do not show weakness in this household! Don't you ever show recognition of pain again!" Maeve shouted as she set the book back on the pedestal.
She sighed. "Why can't you be more like Jared?"
Teague got up, to prove the burns didn't hurt, and cleared his throat and answered, "Technically I was more like Jared until you decided to separate me."
This only purposed to enrage his mother further. "Don't you go being a smart a$$!"
She threw two more pages into the fire. Teague's eyes watered in pain, but he refused to acknowledge the pain.
"You think you're just so great, don't you? You can't even kill a sixteen year old girl!" Maeve shouted. "Ugh! I wish you were never born!"
"Well that makes two of us!" Teague shouted.
Within seconds he'd teleported to the human plane.
He stepped into the nearest bar and ordered multiple shots of vodka.
He'd always heard humans talk about the wonders of alcohol. He could definitely see why. It was like with each drink, some of the pain, some of the memories disappeared. After he'd finished becoming thoroughly drunk, he went to Mina's.
Where else could he go?
Poor Teague! Mrehh!
R&R F&F!
~Fluffy