Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
She had a point, he supposed, even in his drunk stupor. You could pretend all you wanted and eventually, someone was going to find out. Stay "real" or "true" or whateverthefuck it is he was supposed to stay and what, exactly, did you have to hide?
... a murder plot. No. Revenge. It wasn't murder if it was justified, right?
"Of course not," he said immediately, as soon as she accused him of being drunk, but the words slurred into each other because he didn't have time to focus or enunciate and suddenly, he realized that yes, he was drunk. Very drunk. Or at least getting there. And only after four ... three? Five? After an embarrassingly low number of beers. "Maybe. You're more drunk." Clearly speaking again, he looked at the bottles on her side of the bar, which were more than his. Damn. Out-drunk by a girl. "Up. They go up." He blinked blearily at her, trying to gather his mind properly as one issue tentatively pushed itself to the forefront of everything. "Who's paying?"