Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

His brooding had been interrupted.

His eyes focused on the small figure of the fellahin as she glided over. A slight knit to his brown as she commented on his expression. With a furtive glance, he observed the general berth given to his corner by other partygoers and staff. He returned his gaze to her to find the gold of her own eyes.

Lord? I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else. Briar took a deep breath. Releasing the tension of his brow and unclenching his jaw. His paw lifted, fiddling idly with the edge of the drink. But, to answer your question, no.

It was undeniably sweet. The drink, that was. Yet it reminded him of a juvenile mistake. Tasting the remnants of fruit that had long dropped to the ground. Left in the sun to ferment. He ended up quite sick then.

It must have make him sick now. Surely that was it.

Just doesn't sit right with me, unfortunately.