It started out innocent enough, my wife and I decided to buy some expensive wine and converse about our travels around the world. We talked about my horrid excuses for becomming a murder for the third time (she does not approve, of course) and some of the friendships we have both made during our time here (and some of our enemies as well). Well after about the 5th goblet of wine, my wife stands up and pulls me over to the fireplace and beckons me to dance. Everyone knows I'm a terrible dancer but I figured no one else was around, so I said "okay sweets!".






Before I knew it (another 4 cups of wine later) I was a dancing fool and I just couldn't stop. My wife went right along with me, laughing and dancing the whole way ... it was great fun. I was very drunk and barely able to see straight, but I danced like there was no tomorrow and we enjoyed ourselves very much. I guess I was a little too drunk because I lost track of time and it was getting very late ... or early, depending on how you look at it. I suggested to Twinkle that we retire for the night and continue our little party another day.






Well they don't call her Twinkle for nothing, she looked at me in that "twinkling" way and I knew I was in for a longer night than I had bargained for. We finally made it to the stairs, even though I think I was being lead more than I was actually doing it myself ... my brain is still kind of fuzzy. Anyway, She opened the door to our room and lit a lamp so we could see. She pulled down the bed sheets and gave a wink to me ...

///Arkblade