Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
A heart. She really was getting drunk to suggest something that completely stupid. Aiden snorted and eyed the level of drink left in the bottle. About ... half, he'd say. Well. Then. After this third drink, he'd be finished. She could go on and get as many as she really thought she needed, so long as she didn't wind up with alcohol poisoning (though how he'd be able to tell was up in the air). And so long as she didn't pass out completely before they left.
And then her statement caught him a little off-guard and he raised his eyebrows.
"My turn? What exactly am I supposed to talk about? My life is hardly as exciting as someone who gets to tattoo tramp stamps and backsides." Which was, unfortunately, very true, despite all the sarcasm he loaded into the comment. His life really was not interesting, revenge plots aside. Even including those, since he'd made so much progress in two months.