She hiccupped again.
"But s'okay. I like dangerous. Dangerous is way more interestin' than the borin' merchants an' travelers we usually get."
Julian decided it was probably time to end this conversation before drunk Tessa said something that sober Tessa would really regret tomorrow.
"You should probably get some water," he suggested. "And maybe sit down before you fall down."
"M'fine," Tessa protested, even as she swayed. "Perfec'ly... perfec'ly..."
Her eyes started to glaze over more seriously, and Julian realized she was about to either pass out or vomit. Possibly both.
"Here," he said, moving around the bar smoothly. He caught her before she could fall, supporting her weight easily.
"Whoa, you're strong," Tessa mumbled, her head lolling against his shoulder. "Like, really strong. How're you so strong?"
"Practice," Julian replied dryly.
He guided her to a chair behind the bar and sat her down carefully. She slumped immediately, her head resting on the bar top.
