Her head was already beginning to swim, despite the mere few handfuls of wine she had managed to scoop into her mouth. She had never had alcohol of any type before, and so her mind and body began to act accordingly, even her wings began to show signs of minor intoxication, skipping beats once in a while to counteract the usual steady rhythm of the flutter.
He was talking about vampires? What was a vampire? And who was Fred? This liquid was making this man talk nonsense. At least to her.
Upon seeing the man put a hand over his eyes, and able to hear the way his voice broke as he spoke, Tink moved to stand straight, before her wings lifted her into the air, taking a moment to right herself before she fluttered drunkenly over to the man on the bench. She touched his face gently with her hand, hoping he would find the gesture comforting and not frightening. He seemed upset and she didn't like that.