Snippet #1713957

Drake was in the process of staring hard at the pot of soup, waiting for it to start boiling, when he heard sounds of life in the next room. Where the wine and other such liquids were stored. Aha. One of the others. Abandoning his pot of soup, Drake poked his head into the other room. Oh hello, It was Deget, Her back to him, something in her arms. She seemed to be raiding the drink closet. Silly human.

Careful to make enough noise so as not to frighten the young woman, Drake strolled over to her. Yes, she had a bottle of rum wrapped up in her arms.

"My, what a romantic embrace. You hadn't told me you had a lover, Miss Deget." Drake said softly, leaning over her shoulder with a grin on his face. She smelled heavily of the stuff. "I imagine you've already emptied the other room's stocks, haven't you, silly girl." He said with a quiet chuckle. "You should get soemthing else in that belly of yours or you will be hurting later." he warned genially as he turned to go back into the main part of the kitchen and continue his watch over the pot.

That left Gepetto to find. Unless James had already managed to kill the young man before Drake had taken care of him. The thought made Drake frown. It was possible, why hadn't he thought of that earlier? Also, would Deget follow him into the other room or merely continue in her embrace?

"Oh, Dammit all." Drake cursed as he peered into the pot. It had begun to boil in his absence. Time to take it out of the fire.