Franz stared in shock a little at Coatleque's "challenge". He could only imagine the hangover she would likely have the next morning.
He held up a hand with a single finger pointed up. "Miss Crofte, how many fingers am I holding up?"Â
Unless she was simply playing a drunk, someone would need to escort her to an inn room and let her pass out at some point.
He held up a hand with a single finger pointed up. "Miss Crofte, how many fingers am I holding up?"Â
Unless she was simply playing a drunk, someone would need to escort her to an inn room and let her pass out at some point.
