"I was fine getting wasted with my aunt." Finx slurred.

"Yea, but I doubt your aunt knows how to make alcohol from potatoes "he said, taking a tin cup, and handing it to her.

"She can make it from anything." Finx snorted " I once saw her turn some guys thing into Gin best Gin I ever had."

"No comment. Lets just get drunk." He said, downing his entire cup in one go.

"Works for me." Finx took a cup and sipped it "Got drunk but can drink longer."

The stuff was about as potent as downing a soda, eating a fistful of sugar, then punching yourself in the head. Mordecai was on cup 23 by the time he started to feel the side effects.

Finx since she was already drunk only made it threw 20 cups before she gave up.

Mordecai kissed finx, having no concern of having an audience.

Finx frowned at him "I think I've had more then enough of this alcotato.''

"It's just Vodka. Russians make it. "he said, hugging her.

Finx hugged him back with a sigh " I'm moving to Russia. They must be plastered off there donkey twenty four hours."

"I could take you to my Mansion and farm there. "He said. "What? Surprised? I bought it with the treasure from our Raid on the bandit lair. "he said.

"no were safest here. I can keep tabs on Pen so I don't lose her." Finx sniffled.

"It's impossible for someone to go there, unless I want them to. I used blood magic. "he said. Blood magic was the art of using someone's life-blood as a power source. It was highly forbidden to use it.

"Yes well its better here." Finx sighed "Pen feels safe here."

"We'll, pen can stay here. I want you with me." He said.

"But I can't leave Pen not when the angels are circling closer." Finx sighed then hiccupped "That's go to bed." she stood and wobbled.

Mordecai lifted her up, and took her to her room. "Comfortable, Miss Drunk-off-my-ass?"

"I'm not drunk off your ass I'm drunk off alchotato." Finx frowned at him

".....yea, your drunk." He said, kissing her head, and laying down.

Finx sighed "Why do I have to sleep here papa? Can't I stay will Clara? She wants me to sing to her."

"I dont trust you alone, deunk."he said

"but I have to sing to Clara she'll cry if I don't papa...no I will not catch whatever she has." Finx had fallen asleep.

Mordecai woke up awhile later, and kissed finx's head. It was dawn, just before sun-up. He got dressed, and went outside. He then leaned against the Tree of life, and closed his eye's. The Aura of the tree felt comforting.....like a mother holding a Sleeping baby.

"Who are you?" A male asked frowning at him.