So, I have made progress, after all, is it just a little Roger who can bartend
He was a little uncomfortable and a little unwilling.
Why don't you just take a step and tell me how you feel about your Majesty
It's just a simple talk, it's not a confession, right
Even if it is a tragedy in the end, it can be interpreted as nonsense after drinking. It is all nonsense. Your Majesty, don't take it seriously...
Well, there are still risks, but with this atmosphere, this state, if we wait for it, will there really be better opportunities in the future than now
As the saying goes, thieves don't go empty, they all come, and they go a step further, and I don't want to be appointed!
If you are a little bit less courageous, then let's get together with alcohol!
Roger took advantage of the opportunity to get the materials when he walked away, quietly tore open a magic scroll, and gave himself a debuff to reduce his physique.
Otherwise, with the amount of alcohol he can drink, he will not have the courage to talk nonsense until the queen wants to go back to the palace.
Then there was a very interesting scene in the room.
This pair of men and women who are thieves and want to break through the current state, let go of their usual scruples and resistance to being drunk, and start drinking with a heroic attitude. The picture is to get drunk!
Get drunk before moving on to the next step!
As a result, the slightly ambiguous fragrance floated, and slowly turned into a scene of a group of men in the army fighting for drinks.
"Your Majesty, come and taste this cup of Bloody Mary!"
"Don't just talk and don't practice, can you drink the Long Island iced tea in your hand before you talk?"
"It's too troublesome to mix drinks, let's just dry the vodka!"
"Good idea, enjoyable! But the sauce is still softer..."
"Is there no such wine in the Empire?"
"That's not true!"
"That won't work, I will invest the money and you will give me this sauce-flavored wine, especially that one!"
The room was getting hotter and hotter, but alcohol turned into energy, making the two of them sweat on their foreheads. The direction of bragging and nonsense was skewed to the direction of the empire's winemaking industry...
While drinking, neither of them found anything unusual.
People drink alcohol in stages.
At first I knew it was hard to get drunk, and I had to take a sip after being persuaded by others;
But when you drink enough, you will start looking for wine yourself, always wanting to pursue the feeling of further paralysis of the nerves, and forget those worries when you are sober.
It's too troublesome to fall in love, let's drink 100 million cups!
One o'clock.
The table and the ground were filled with empty wine bottles, and the Queen of Eternal Night was lying on the sofa, feeling that she was invincible in the world.
At this time, the God of Knowledge has descended into the incarnation, and we can also give him a bald scoop!
"Hiccup~ It's so comfortable, but I seem to have forgotten something..."
She pondered, her eyelids getting darker and darker, and she fell asleep.
Roger went to the toilet to put some water. Feeling so tired and sleepy, he staggered to the bedroom.
"Have a great drink tonight... just seems to have forgotten something?"
As soon as he entered the door, he fell on the bed, trying to think slowly, but fell asleep at the speed of light.
So the two cowards who both planned to "wine strong cowards" ended up being both drunk.
There is no winner in the love contest tonight looking for a breakthrough.
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On a new day, the drizzle was drizzling, and it was a little cold on the smooth calf under the short skirt.
A charming and petite figure with an umbrella and a lunch box walked towards the commercial area.
Margaret came to Dior's door again according to the daily breakfast time and knocked on the door.
This is the bond between her and her best and only friend, the most relaxing and happiest time of the day!
It's nice to have friends!
He also helped him come up with a good idea for proxy warfare, which is deeply loved by His Majesty. I really feel that the more I owe him the more!
The mixed-race little devil's tail was wagging and wagging behind him, and because he was happy, he didn't realize that the waiting time today was much longer than every day.
With a creak, the door finally opened.
The slightly turbid air mixed with the smell of alcohol made her frown, and then she saw a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes in pajamas opening the door.
That's the face that often appears in Margaret's nightmares, bullying herself with the blue-haired Virgin...
She covered her mouth and tried to keep her voice down from screaming: "Roger? Why are you here?"
"This is my house, where am I not here?" Roger asked suspiciously, rubbing his head aching from the hangover, not realizing that he forgot to change his face.
"This is your house? Ah this..." Margaret looked past Roger and saw the wine bottles full of wine bottles, as well as the figure on the sofa with the blanket and the blond hair hanging down.
She suddenly misunderstood.
At this moment, the Queen of Evernight was wrapped in the blanket that Roger had just put on her, and because the light coming in from the outside turned her back to the door, only a blond hair leaked out, but she couldn't tell her gender.
Marguerite subconsciously thought it was Dior on the sofa.
Combined with the wine bottle and Roger's words just now, the little devil automatically made up a big play in his head:
Roger and Dior have long been yours and mine, mine is still my intimacy, completely beyond the kind of friends!
Last night they drank and drank unconscious at home, Dior slept directly on the sofa, Roger was still wearing Dior's pajamas...
The rain that had been pattering suddenly stopped, and the sun came out, shining a beautiful rainbow.
Margaret's heart sank more and more to the bottom, and she forced a smile: "Sorry for bothering you, I'll... woo woo woo!"
Before the little devil finished speaking, he turned into a small train and ran away.
The joy that was there a minute ago is gone now.
Her mind is full of Dio and Roger's intertwined bodies...
My God, what kind of relationship did they have
God, doesn't that mean I don't have any chance to go further
God, it's hard to be a girl, there are so few good boys, but they are still free to combine...
God, this picture is a little exciting to think about what is going on...
Stop, the human world is so terrifying, I must not become rotten!
"What's wrong with her today? At least stay early... Your Majesty and I are both hungry!"
Roger looked at Margaret's disappearing figure, feeling inexplicable.
But the next day he was drunk was really uncomfortable. He really didn't have the strength to think about it, so he closed the door and went back to sleep.
"water!"
The Queen of Eternal Night, who was disturbed, shouted in displeasure, thirst after drinking is almost inevitable.
"Where's your magic?"
Roger poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her, a little helpless.
With her strength, she can drink up to the point of snapping her fingers, and she has to trouble him.
"I can use it if I like it, and don't use it if I don't want to. Slightly~"
Handing the drinking glass back to Roger, Xiao Ao made a face and jumped off the sofa.
"Your Majesty is not sleeping?"
"No, the sofa is uncomfortable."
In other words, your bed has been commandeered!
Looking at the bedroom and looking at the closed door, Roger was speechless.
This scumbag queen is drunk, how can she be more unreasonable than usual
Roger lay on the sofa and pulled the blanket over. The body fragrance of the Queen of Eternal Night remained on it, and he couldn't help but smile a little while thinking about it.
Apart from waking up not wearing a boy's T-shirt, the Queen of Eternal Night this morning seems to be a bit of a charming girlfriend
It's actually kinda cute...
It's a pity that nothing happened last night, I was so drunk... What a pity, how could I be so drunk
In the bedroom, the Eternal Night Queen, who was covered with someone's quilt, couldn't help sighing while looking at the ceiling.
"This bed is quite big, it can fit two people..."
She pulled the quilt, as if she could vaguely smell someone's scent, and her mind was complicated.