Jeannie was momentarily startled when a large form loomed up in front of her. Her hand came up to her chest as she drew in a sharp breath, then it was released on a soft huff of frustration. It was just the leprechaun. Really, it was ridiculous that he was so very tall. Plus she had yet to see him dress in green. He was a rather sorry representative of his people. Though none of them were trustworthy.
Her frown grew deeper as she watched him move towards her. Had he called her by her name? And he was worried for her safety? It had to be a trick of some sort. The leprechaun hated her, and Jeannie was not at all upset about that. She did not care for him either.
Then he wobbled, and everything made sense. He was drunk. Again. Of course. While she lived in a bottle, it was not at all the same as the way he was currently going about it. Her bottle was empty. Well, except for her furniture. His bottle was full of… probably whiskey. Or half full, since he most likely drank most of it.
Her brows drew together as he got closer. He was truly intending to come over to her. For what purpose? Jeannie did not understand what the leprechaun wanted from her, so she took a step backwards before he could get close enough to touch her. He was up to something. As drunk as he was, he would slip up and she would figure out what he was up to soon.
“I am going home to my master,” she told him, hoping that if he knew someone was waiting for her that he would leave her alone. Then she frowned at him and tried to shoo him off with logic. “You should go home too. You are too drunk to be here if it is so dangerous.”