it was a long day and alaric was grading some papers in his favorite spot for that activity- the local bar. sure, not the most common place for that, but alaric was no common history professor. alaric picked up his glass of bourbon and brought it to his lips as he kept his eyes on the paper in front of him. with one not careful movement as he attempted to put down his glass, the alcoholic beverage spilled all over the paper he was reading. “oh great...” he lifted up the now wet paper. “perfect.”













