It does matter if I get drunk - but I won't rat you out. I'll tell them it was Hawk. He deserves it.
[ he shouldn't drink, considering he's still in hospital, and still injured, but it relaxes his mouth, too. oh well, one more sip won't hurt, no matter how dangerous that thought is. but sleeping soundly is something he hasn't come by in the near week of being here - and while he shouldn't chase away the demons with this? well. there's a time and a place. he takes a brief drink from the flask, caps it, and hands it back on a wince. ]
But that is awful. God. [ he coughs a little, unashamedly wiping at his mouth when he's passed the flask over. he lets himself fall back against the raised bed, head sinking into the pillow. he huffs a little laugh. ] Both that gin, and that you think women in your shower means you're a feminist.
[ he closes the sappho, smoothing the warped cover between his palms before he uses it to playfully swat at embry's arm, then extending it to him as a peace offering. ]
I'd like to get you to put that I'm terrifying in writing, though. That's a good one. But no promises on teaching you any lessons, mister Vice President. Only one I'll give you is that instead of sitting in your apartment with this bad gin by yourself, you can always call me. Or come here. I'm in this place another week for "security purposes" so trust me, I'll be desperate for any kind of company.
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[ he shouldn't drink, considering he's still in hospital, and still injured, but it relaxes his mouth, too. oh well, one more sip won't hurt, no matter how dangerous that thought is. but sleeping soundly is something he hasn't come by in the near week of being here - and while he shouldn't chase away the demons with this? well. there's a time and a place. he takes a brief drink from the flask, caps it, and hands it back on a wince. ]
But that is awful. God. [ he coughs a little, unashamedly wiping at his mouth when he's passed the flask over. he lets himself fall back against the raised bed, head sinking into the pillow. he huffs a little laugh. ] Both that gin, and that you think women in your shower means you're a feminist.
[ he closes the sappho, smoothing the warped cover between his palms before he uses it to playfully swat at embry's arm, then extending it to him as a peace offering. ]
I'd like to get you to put that I'm terrifying in writing, though. That's a good one. But no promises on teaching you any lessons, mister Vice President. Only one I'll give you is that instead of sitting in your apartment with this bad gin by yourself, you can always call me. Or come here. I'm in this place another week for "security purposes" so trust me, I'll be desperate for any kind of company.