Post by Ashlee Muller on Jan 7, 2012 17:44:54 GMT -5
Oh course he had alcohol, everyone now a days seemed to have it. It was the easiest way to cope with everything that was going on aside from shooting yourself. He disappeared for a moment and returned with the bottle, popping the cap off and listening to her speak. He disappeared again to grab two glasses and when he returned he offered one to her. His face seemed to drop a bit when she backed away but she took the glass and looked at him when he told her that she didn't have to be shy around him. He wasn't worried about her hurting him? That was all she could think about... What happens if right then she got hungry and decided he was what looked good. She had sustained some nasty wounds from people fighting back and of far it was near impossible to kill her. She didn't want to think about what would happen if they fought. That and she had age and experience on him... "Sorry, old habits die hard I suppose" she said with a slight chuckle, smiling at him. She raised her glass and thought for a moment. "To friends, both old and new" she said with a wink before tapping her glass lightly against his and taking a long drink.
