"Ah... military brat. That explains some things 'bout you." Smirked at him. His take charge style probably came from him having to make new friends every time he moved somewhere new.
"Stickin' with what you like is a good thing. I can relate to that." Kind of. Hunting was in my blood. It came naturally to me. My mom had wanted a different life for me but hunting was what I wanted to do. Sure, I could've gone to college or something like that but that just wasn't my thing. Never really wanted my mom to be alone for very long.
Filled up my glass again and took a swig. Shaking my head I gave him a "uh uh" when he asked if he was going to get a nomination. I threw the blanked over my legs when he shoved it onto me. If he wasn't going to use it, I would.
Then he confused me. "Why is it a shame? The paranoia has saved my ass quite a few times." When he asked me if I was getting tired I raised an eyebrow. "Nope. Are you?"