Re: Jazz, Absinthe & Dylan
Dylan snorted. "Nice try, but I'm not a girl," he said raising the glass. "Here goes nothing." He drained it in one go, frowning at the taste and shaking his head. "That's vile," he said, taking a large swag of the beer. "I prefer vodka straight up. Or whiskey. Or beer," he said holding up the bottle before taking another sip.
He shrugged at the comment. "I already am, aren't I?" he said. "We've been doing it since August, haven't we? Not that I'm not still grossed out, but I don't want to throw up any longer and I know what I need to do. I think it's a pretty decent balance. I wouldn't want to turn into Peakes who can eat and drink standing right next to a body. That's just disgusting."
He leaned against the bar, looking at him. There was something about that statement the way it was said. "So I guess that leaves the question of how much you want to be with him. Or if there is a reason you're here alone. Subconscious or not."