Veylor was pulling his shirt off when Korrin stormed into the room. The door banged against the stone wall.
"Korrin," He called out, surprised to see her.
She walked to the table and dropped the pitcher and goblets on it. Veylor walked back to the door. He looked through the hallway to make sure no one saw her come in. The hallway was quiet, so he had to shut the door. Korrin poured wine into one of the goblets and drank the whole contents in three hard swallows.
Veylor moved closer to her. He knew what must have happened. His brother had that effect on her.
"I'm guessing my brother turned you down again." He said.
Korrin did not say anything. She poured another round and was about to drink it when Veylor snatched it from her. He tried not to laugh. The situation was almost funny if it were not so predictable.
"That's enough. You don't need to get drunk."
