Chapter 99 A Virgin Divorcee

• "Can I just finish all of this, get drunk, and pass out?" Asked Flora with a nervous smile as she attempted to chug on the bottle of local wine. "As you please," Damien chuckled. He gave her a shot twice already, but as the alcohol might have needed more time to take effect, Flora seemed to be as sober as she had before she took a few shots. Maybe it also had something to blame on the fact that she was really nervous.
• And as crazy as it may seem, Damien also agreed with her idea, to do his task when she has passed out might just be more manageable. "Since you can't drink because you have to be sober to do your job, you don't mind if I drink directly from the bottle, do you?" Flora asked with a giggle. "Not at all," Damien answered, also with a snort.
• He made himself busy preparing for things he would need, starting from the electric shaver that he would be needing to remove her pubic hair on the spot where he would be doing the tatt design Flora had chosen. "What kind of wine is this? I don't think it's working on me," Flora frowned as she stared at the clear glass bottle of local wine she was eagerly drinking to feel its effect. "Slow down. It is quite strong, actually. It's a wine from the coconut tree, freshly gathered in the morning. It turns into vinegar by the next day," Damien stated with concern. He did not have any idea of Flora's alcohol tolerance, so he felt the need to remind her. "How much of a drinker are you?" "Wow, no wonder it's sweet," Flora exclaimed. Her fascination with its taste was winning over the fact that she had never had the chance to drink alcohol in her life. Suppose she would not count the campaigns she had with her grandparents during family events and gatherings. And she had never felt drunk in her whole life. "I am not sure how much I can drink," Flora tittered. "I have had champaigns but nothing more than that," she added.