I’m not drunk. I’m not drunk. Oh, gosh, I’m slightly tipsy. This cannot be happening. I shouldn’t be deliberately impairing my me-mental…mental functions.
Jadia put a hand to her head. She groaned; this is why she shouldn’t drink. She had only had half a bottle of the wine. At least this time her headache wasn’t due to exhaustion, but more to a habit of being bored.
Jadia giggled; her brain was full of the fizzy-ness of Lambrusco but she could still sense another person waking up and trying to escape this…place.
“Kevin? Keevvvinn?” Jadia wandered around the cellar, looking for the boy.
She hard a shout, then a large ‘pop’ sound and turned past a large graphite slab to see Kevin covered in wine. “Kevvin!”
Arg! Jadia’s head hurt, so she slumped down next Kevin as he slowly lifted a red-wine-covered hand.
“Jadia?” Sapphire called, “Oh, here you are.”
“I’m not talking to you; we’re trapped again ‘cause of you…” Jadia paused, “Okay, that’s not nice. Here have some wine as a sorry present.”
Sapphire eyed the broken bottles round the two of them uneasily, and then at the half-full one that Jadia was holding out.
“You two aren’t drunk are you?”
“Hmm…maybe…I dunno really. No I don’t think so. We are just wasting time, because we’re stuck here…”
She thought for a second then handed Sapphire the bottle and patted the ground beside her.
“No, I’m definitely not drunk…”