Drunk Lucinda 2

Ralph frowned as he heard what Lucinda had just said. It was the first time she had used offensive words, but she was correct; he may have acted a little selfishly right now, but he was distracted and troubled.

"Don’t talk to me." Lucinda declared and turned her back on him. He hugged her from behind, putting his neck on her shoulder.

"I am sorry." He whispered in her ear, his eyes turning back to blue.

"Leave me alone." Lucinda declared and hit him with her elbow on the stomach. He moved away from her, holding his stomach in pain.

"What is wrong with you? I was just trying to apologize; you are being unreasonable." He stated, raising his voice.

"He is shouting at me," Lucinda muttered and burst into tears, trying to walk away when she staggered and nearly fell. Just then, he realized that she was drunk and sighed, shaking his head. For a second, he thought she was in her right mind.

"Come, let’s go." He stated, grabbing her hand forcefully. He started leading her to Deacon’s cave.

They halted in front of his cave. He let go of Lucinda’s hand and started knocking on the gate.

"Deacon!" Ralph called out.

"What is wrong with you? Where are your manners since when did you start calling me by my first name?" Deacon asked from inside the gate.

Ralph didn’t know when he smiled he had missed Deacon. He was waiting for Deacon to open the gate when he flew out of the gate, bursting it open.

Ralph and Lucinda fell to the floor, staring at Deacon, who was flying above them.

He landed behind them. Ralph got up on his feet, extending his hand to Lucinda, who relaxed on the floor and closed her eyes.

"What is wrong with her?" Deacon inquired.

"She is drunk," Ralph muttered As he was walking closer to Deacon, he hit Deacon lightly on the arm.

"How are you doing? I have missed you." Ralph beamed.

"Save those flattery words for Lucinda; you sound troubled." Deacon stated. Ralph marveled at how Deacon could sense it. Maybe he was too easy to predict, although his eye colour was blue.

Ralph fell on his knees in front of Deacon, sobbing bitterly.

"What happened, Ralph? Talk to me; maybe I can help." Deacon said.

"I lost my company. Everything has burned into ashes." Ralph muttered, staring at Deacon.

"What!! No wonder I was hearing the sounds of bricks falling. How did it happen?" Deacon inquired.

Ralph held his hair tightly.

"I don’t know, it just happened. Now I don’t have a company of my own." Ralph muttered.

"It’s a good thing. Some of your employees are just freeloaders. I haven’t seen what they are doing for you." Deacon remarked.

Ralph looked up at him with his mouth agape.

"I thought you were going to console me. This is what you are telling me." Ralph remarked, wrinkling his nose.

"But it’s the truth. Anyway, why do you need a company? When you can easily look for demons yourself and hunt them down." Deacon stated.