Dion had been dreaming of giants smashing trees and kids and shining knights killing giants when a good shake and yelling woke him from his drunken slumber.
“C’mon Dion, my father is waiting.” he heard a familiar voice say.
“I’mma commin’, I’mma commin.” he replied sluggishly with a drunken man’s tongue before letting himself drop down at the door. He had to attempt several times before he succeeded at unlocking it for the guests waiting outside. The wooden door opened up slowly; Dion showing his sleepy face to those who had woken him up. Philomela and Argenta stood there arm in arm, and Dion suddenly thought he was still dreaming.
No girl gets along with Philomela. What is this witchery? The drunk boy became wary, stepping aside before speaking. “Here you are -
hick- ma’ams.” Waving his hand as if he was addressing royalty before he stumbled backward falling on his rear. “Woops -
hick-.”
