Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden straightened up, gave Joanie an icy look, and tried to arrange his thoughts so that what came out of his mouth next would be a beautifully articulated argument as to why he was not a lightweight, despite all physical evidence to the contrary, and why she needed to stop her inane prattling now while she was clearly drunk herself. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't quite up to that kind of mental task at this point.
"Shut," he said, clearly and stridently, "up."
At her insistence that they split the pay he slumped down again and fished his wallet out of his pocket. He had enough bills to cover it, and because he really was an asshole, there was just enough plus maybe a couple cents of tip. Then, as he put his wallet away, Aiden stood up slowly, carefully, and with much attention paid to where his feet were going. He was not going to fall facefirst in the bar. No. That action was for the street, where the embarrassment would be far less acute but the resulting damage would be five times more agonizing.