”“Yeah, well, I hear Daeva do this sometimes. Blush, eat and drink human food, and puke it up later. Thought maybe I might be able to get a little...drunk off it while faking life.”Jennifer smiled at her, but didn’t join her. “Count me out. I’ll be the designated driver ... And, I do believe the Blush won’t allow you to absorb the food, Triss. You won’t get drunk.”“Shit.” What a fucking waste. She handed the bottle back. “Well, if you get really drunk, can I have a drink of you, Sándor? I saw. She kept apologizing and hugging me, and I kept telling her it was OK.I am skipping over an hour long conversation, but the end result was that she had just been feeling insecure, and felt stupid for having thought I was trying to steal her husband. She said that deep down that she knew better. She must have hugged and apologized to me 50 times! She is such a good friend that I felt bad that she had felt that way even for a second because of me. But like I said, we worked it all out.So, after. "Well, I know what came in you." You can't beat an old cliché."That was very nice," she said, kissing me, "but I'd better get back to work or I'll be missed."She bent to pick up her knickers, whilst I picked up the tee shirt and quietly let myself out.I have no idea how she got from the interview room to the ladies to get dressed, but when I saw her a bit later she was wearing another tee shirt. It had an older version of the logo and I wanted that too, but I thought I'd better not push my. Even my hair felt like it hurt. I opened my eyes, and wished I hadn't. I must have made a noise, because someone was at my side asking me how I felt."My Lord, you must drink this. It will help you," said a soft voice."What is it? What happened?" I asked still confused.I drank the crap they gave me. Yes, medicine everywhere, tastes like crap. But I immediately started feeling better. I started to feel well enough; that I thought it might not be a bad thing to live, after all."What happened?" I.