Ok so I know with this prompt you probably meant modern AU, they get drunk and do something dumb, but I went a… different direction. Hope everyone enjoys!
Mor’s face was a mixture of rage and concern. Cassian’s barely concealed amusement, Azriel’s, as usual, was pure murder.
“Let them out,” Azriel growled, eyes sweeping over Gwyn quickly to make sure she wasn’t hurt. She flashed him a nervous little smile to let him know she was fine. It did soften his expression, but only someone who knew him very well would have seen the change.
“I-“ the poor guard looked like he was about to wet himself. He was a large man, clad in scary looking blood red armour, twin curved blades that Nesta had learned the hard way were not just for show, strapped to his hips.
But there wasn’t a warrior in Prythian who wouldn’t find their tongue held in knots and their bladder weakened by Cassian or Azriel. So having both of them staring him down as he tried to uphold his High Lord’s orders? Nesta almost felt sorry for him.
“I’m not surprised you did it,” Cassian taunted his mate from the other side of the barbaric dungeon bars. “I’m just surprised you got caught. We’ll have to get you ladies on some more cardio in the training ring.” He clicked his tongue, “slow warriors tend to end up dead.”