The Moosehead Tavern [1]

How do you know how I feel? He smiles with her.

Same things happened to me when I was 15. I smiled. Theres not much you can do.

Oh, Jace's eyes dart to his brother as a shot of navy blue is thrown from him.

"Awsome..." I said smiling. I turned back to Jace. Can you talk?

"I-it's hard to think." He says aloud.

I smiled. "good job. Can you hear me?" I asked. "Am I blurry?"

Rayah's voice sounds watery to Jace, fading in and out. He catches one of the questions she asks.
"I can see fine...It's processing that I have trouble with." He says.

"Ah.." I said. I held his hand once more, watching him try to figure out what im saying. "Does it hurt?"

Hurt? He isn't quite sure what she thinks could be hurting him. He shakes his head, throwing everything off again. The room spins for a few seconds before steadying.

"Here let me try it again." I closed my eyes and tried to heal him mentally from the inside. "D-did it work??" I aske curious.

Jace regains some sort of clarity but still feels slightly intoxicated, bubbly again.

"Jace? Are you okay?Its really hard to heal mentaly." I said sorry. "Sorry I cant do anything."

A laugh escapes Jace's lips and he clamps his free hand over it, his cheeks reddening. He didn't want Rayah to be sorry. She did help. He just drank too much...way too much.

I laughed. "Sowwie." I slip my hand over to grab my drink.

Jace reaches for his drink too but stops himself, questioning his decision to have a few more shots.