Dox grinned and slid a menu across the bar. “I’ll bring you some of my home brew. Just warning you . . . it could knock you on your ass.” “I’m fae. It’ll take a lot to knock me on my ass.” I took the menu, not responding to his grin. He didn’t throw off a bad vibe, but I wasn’t here to make friends.
Wow… so she went from “I need to be on alert” to “I should get drunk or at least tipsy while I’m possibly in a dangerous situation” real quick. 🙄🙄
