The cold air of the outside helped, but it wasn't enough. Everything was way too crowded and no matter how much he seemed to drink, it didn't seem to reach his mind. Truly, a horrible experience. So, as the most sensible person on earth, he had grabbed one of the bottles of whiskey and had snuk outside, hoping that no one would see the newly crowned Grand Duke trying to get wasted with a bottle of whiskey. At least it tasted somewhat good.

A deep sigh left his lips as he leaned against a balconay overlooking the ocean. The bottle carefully placed upon the stone. The vampire closed his eyes for a moment, crossing his arms on his chest and leaning against the balcony. This was much better. He didn't understand how Allison could keep up with these things. He felt horribly drained.

Without much care he took a swig from the bottle, placing it back upon the balcony. It had been only a few hours that he held this important title and already he was thinking of giving up. If he had to host these parties every once in a while, he would be dead by the end of the year. His hand reached for the bottle again, almost desperate to feel something. To get through this night alive.