Even Hela's alcohol tolerance, having only sipped lightly until now, could not take it anymore. He drank cup after cup like that, how could he possibly really be fine? Unless the God of Wine reincarnated and performed a thousand cups without falling for you.
Hearing the footsteps, Hela immediately pushed him and said, "You go back upstairs to sleep. Luis can help you up."
Darlan smiled a bit foolishly. One look and it was obvious he was drunk and confused. Hela impatiently stopped him from entering the room and said, "The bedding is separate for each of us. Your bed right now, what kind of smell is on it. And you are covered in alcohol fumes, I cannot stand it."
"Okay..."
Darlan really had drunk too much. He also ignored Luis standing to the side.
