He unbottoned a few more buttons of his shirt, the cold air grasping at his skin though it bounced off nontheless. Kaz didn't feel the cold surrounding him, queen Elsa right there, and only felt the heat of Allison's hand through his glove. Even after all these weeks he still couldn't get used to it, he still didn't want to get used to it. Kaz was struggeling, but no one needed to know. This was a problem for himself, not a burden for others.

Seeing the bedroom was a relief. As soon as the door closed he leaned against it, a sigh coming from his lips. It was only now that he realised that she actually had talked to him, that she had complimented him. Again, he smiled sheepishly, like it was the only thing he could do at the moment.

How much had he drank? A good question, a viable one as well. The vampire frowned for a moment, starting to count in his head, but it only tired him out. He only remembered that it had been a lot since his body needed to get a lot now that he was a vampire. So, as an answer, he shrugged. ''I really liked the whiskey. I should send the Bourbons my regards.'' It wasn't an answer to her question, but it was an indication of what exactly he had decided to deem worthy of drinking this night. Thinking back, the whole evening was hazy, as if something or someone had clouded his mind. It was only a few moments later that he finally realised that her hand was on his chest. Carefully, he grabbed it, bringing her hand to his lips to press a kiss on it.

The whiskey had been the highlight of the evening. Not the dancing, not the smalltalk, no, the whiskey. Because that actually made him feel somewhat happier. Though Allison did a great job and probably exeeded above the alcoholic beverage. ''They were different.. maybe a relieve even.'' He couldn't exactly remember if he had been in contact with them, but from a distance they seemed fun. A lot different than the stoic royal guests. The thief walked over to the windows on the other side of the room, opening one to catch some fresh air. He leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. This bedroom was the only place he felt remotely at home. ''Please tell me we are never going to do this again.'' He spoke after some time of silence.

He seemed to shiver at the word 'dance', though it could also be the cold wind, which he didn't even feel. The vampire opened his eyes again, the room had stopped spinning but his head was still heavy. It didn't stop him from staring at Allison when she was picking out what to wear for tonight. So picky. Kaz would just dump his blouse on the ground, fall on the bed and that would be enough. The word 'social events' even made him groan. It was the last thing he wanted to talk about, or even think about. His mind was a mess, af is someone had meddled with it. Maybe it was just the alcohol. ''Or.. we could just enjoy the time we have with each other and ignore those things called 'social events'.'' He got loose from the wall, stumbeling over to the bed to face-first fall down. Gods, it was so soft.

He didn;t need sleep. He was a strong independent vampire who didn't need sleep. If he repeated that over and over again in his head, he might actually start to believe it. But now, now he felt too tired to even believe that he didn't need sleep. He managed to turn around, laying on his back so he could look at her. ''I don't want to think at all. It hurts.'' He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. Evenings like these were just straight up nightmare fuel if the whiskey hadn't been present. Bless the Bourbons.

Don't think. Two words he didn't want to hear right now. He didn't want to hear anything. He wanted everything to stop spinning and just go quiet. But even the slighest movement felt like a drum in his hears. The vampire groaned, almost wanting to pull a pillow over his head, but he just didn't have the energy for it. ''Then don't organise this ever again.'' He retorted, like it would help progress this conversation.

Rest, yes rest sounded good. But whenever he closed his eyes, that rest didn't came. No, instead his head started tolling more. It resulted in another groan coming from the vampire as he turned around to his side, towards Allisons direction who, as almost was traditional, was softly stroking his hair. ''Not before you.'' He mumbled, opening his eyes again so he could look at her. Or at least, he was trying. But with everything turning around he had difficulty to focus. He wished this all would be over soon. Very soon.

Whatever he said, it would never be good enough. He would never convince her and even now, as he lay here on the bed, obviously drunk, he didn't have the powers to change her mind. It would make things so much easier. But instead, all he could do was lay in this bed and hope not to throw up, something Cat miserabely failed at. He sighed, dramatically, closing his eyes again. As long as he didn't move, and the room didn't move, he would be fine. He could be fine.