Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden nearly dropped his drink.
"Inbreeding?" he managed finally, staring at her with something akin to wondering horror and a splash of outright offended shock. Oh, sure, he could have made the joke, but the alcohol was slowing him down. And besides, it hadn't seemed completely suitable - who knew if she was the type to hit him with a barstool and get them thrown out? But if she was going to slap him with the glove first, and then rub it in his face, well.
He ordered another drink with an air of haughty irritation and took it, spine straightening automatically even while drunk.
"I'm so sorry I don't take every available opportunity to pepper you with extremely biting insults," he hissed, drinking angrily. "Even an asshole needs a break. Fine, if you want to start with inbreeding, then where were you raised? A trailer park? Something smaller?" Aiden struggled through the mists of the drinks to try and figure out what to say next - what was more insulting than living in a glorified (and sometimes not) RV. "How many toes do you have?"