Needless to say? I got drunk.
Not stupid drunk, but drunk enough that I had a not entirely clear memory the next day of singing twisted, heathen-ized Christmas carols with Angrboda in the street. Oh, and a hangover.
“You have a hangover?” Kanesha asked, far too loudly.
“Angrboda…took me…girls night out.”
“In Jotunheim?” I could see her shaking with silent laughter. “I’ll get you some water.”
“Just wait until it’s you,” I grumbled.
“I know better than to drink frost giant beer.”
“I am supposed to be able to take frost giant beer!” I winced as I accidentally raised my own voice too high.
I recovered pretty quickly, of course, but I wasn’t about to do that again. Well, okay. Until next time. I knew there would be a next time.
And Kanesha was going to tease me for the next month.
“Did you do anything stupid?” she asked once I felt well enough to join her for breakfast.
“Well, you aren’t that bad…when sober.”
“…I think it got kind of bawdy.”
“Of course it did. What was with her anyway?”
“She got dumped and picked me to drown her sorrows with.”
Kanesha laughed. “Why would she pick you?”
“For extra awkward? I didn’t have the heart to say no.” My head was still kind of fuzzy. “At least it’s not a school day.”
“But I do have to study. Grrr. I should have thought of that.”
Her parting comment as she left me to do just that was, “Yes, you should.”
I did manage to focus enough to study, which as finals were about to happen was a good thing.
Literally about to happen. My first one was tomorrow. And I’d let somebody talk me into underage drinking. What had I been thinking?
I’d been thinking that I needed to relax. I’d been right. But I shouldn’t have had quite so much frost giant beer.
And wine. Now I recalled there was also wine involved. Which I hadn’t expected.
Maybe one day I’d go back there, but for now I had to study. And hope nobody attacked anything in the middle of finals.