[James finds that he enjoys Devon's texts in the middle of the week. It's a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to when it returns to the estate on the weekends.
Her stories are always so amusing, as well, lively and full of spirit. This one, it seems, is about her stamina when it came to drinking -- he has to admit he's impressed, and it piques his interest in more way than one.
James has been known to be able to hold his alcohol, after all. A small part of him chalks it up to his... ah, unusual circumstances when it came to his biology, but as his father always told him, "The Aubel surname is a French one, you know, and no one can drink quite like the French." He didn't know whether or not that was true, but James he did know that he had not met anyone who could drink him under the table yet.
It sounds like Devon might prove to be something of a challenge.]
Obviously you just weren't challenged by the right person. That right person, naturally, being me.
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Her stories are always so amusing, as well, lively and full of spirit. This one, it seems, is about her stamina when it came to drinking -- he has to admit he's impressed, and it piques his interest in more way than one.
James has been known to be able to hold his alcohol, after all. A small part of him chalks it up to his... ah, unusual circumstances when it came to his biology, but as his father always told him, "The Aubel surname is a French one, you know, and no one can drink quite like the French." He didn't know whether or not that was true, but James he did know that he had not met anyone who could drink him under the table yet.
It sounds like Devon might prove to be something of a challenge.]
Obviously you just weren't challenged by the right person. That right person, naturally, being me.