Altair/Audrey/Open10:55 pm
"I certainly don't want to fight you," Altair said pointedly. "You have no finesse when you're this drunk. You'd miss the vein completely and I'd die slowly and painfully." He pushed the beer aside, giving up on it. "There isn't anything wrong with your intellect, Kitten. I merely implied that you don't read."
Then he laughed. "Oh, so now you remember? Well, I have it on good authority that old Harry lost his eye to the wrong end of someone's pistol long enough ago that the stitches are long-since healed, and now there is nothing there but smooth, shiny scar tissue." That didn't mean he wasn't still going to try to look. It was always good to confirm rumors for oneself.