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“Don’t you think that’s enough?” Thace asked, watching what was left of the liquor in Throk’s glass slosh around. Thace quirked a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve had too many glasses already…”
“M’fine,” Throk insisted, but when he made to stand, his balance was shot. He stumbled, nearly dropping his drink and spilling it all over the bar.
Thace sighed, moving forward to hoist Throk up and throw his arm over his shoulder. He wasn’t going to just leave Throk here in this state. “C’mon,” Thace said, leading Throk towards the door. “Let’s get you back to your room so you can sleep this off.”