“Never said you couldn’t find other ways of coping,” Zach remarked as he held his hands up in surrender. Drinking was his way of coping when things got real, that didn’t mean he expected it to be everyone’s way of dealing with the day-to-day shit. Frankly, he had feeling everyone had something they used to escape for a while; if you didn’t you were likely one of the people slowly driving yourself in sane.
Smirking slightly, Zach just waved off Leah’s comment about her sisters. “You make it a habit of speaking for them, do you?” In reality he wasn’t looking to get into anything with any of the Stone women, but the conversation was fun nonetheless. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I talk to my ‘sources’.”
Was it nice? Zach hadn’t ever given it much thought really. He couldn’t deny that he liked attention from time to time, but he had never been overly concerned with the opinions of others. “It has its benefits,” If he hadn’t been liquored up he may have noticed the subtly in Leah’s comment – though even then he wasn’t sure if he would have truly commented on it. “Surprised I can count? I’m hurt.”
So it really wasn’t all that impressive to be walking, but when you were as drunk as he was, well, it really was kind of impressive each time he was able to put one foot in front of the other and remain standing. “Unless the world is tipping sideways, then it gets a bit harder to accomplish.” He said this with a smirk, taking her teasing in stride. “Maybe they’ll even give me a trophy.”
Zach laughed outright at the image her words brought on. Leah Stone carrying him, yeah, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “Somehow I don’t think you would manage it anyway,” he commented as he leaned his back against the wall for a moment. “Thanks, I’ll probably need it.”