Re: O'Brien and Leah
Yep. It was too late. He'd definitely caught her eye. And she'd have to forgive him for the small talk, he wasn't exactly sure what to say to Miss Machete in this particular setting. He was terrible at parties and social gatherings. And he usually knew what to say, but apparently he was at a loss for words or any thought process when it came to the woman that chopped zombies faces in half, and stomped on the backs of their necks.
And he was feeling a lot better since the day that he'd run into her at the Pharmacy, and it was mostly thanks to her for helping him find antibiotics and then saving his ass. The fever had gone for good, and he overall felt a lot better. He was still a little bit sore, and he was doing his best to keep the gross Frankenstein stitching in his side clean and all, but other than that, he'd say he was about 90% better.
His eyes briefly moved back to her when she spoke up, but then gave a bit of a look around before he dropped his gaze back downward when she commented on his bow tie. Reaching up, he seriously thought about taking the damned thing off-- but being mentioned in the same sentence with James Bond, and it not being about him kicking your ass, that wasn't so bad, right? He was all ready to tug the tie untied too, but something told him not to. Actually, maybe he didn't want her to know he had already been second guessing it.
Dropping his hand back down, he managed a smirk, his eyes lifting back up to find Leah's face, "You might need to. I hit him pretty hard over the back of the head to take it. Some kickass spy he is. Didn't even see me coming." He actually chuckled at her sarcastic response to his question, and gave a look back out toward the party, nodding, "I see. Enjoying the party vicariously through that drunk dancing couple over there in the corner," he looked back to her, "Plus you're going to town on that Candy Cane, so," he shrugged, "it looks like you're not having too bad a time. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, right?" He paused, giving another look around and then back to her, "unless you're someone's chaperone."
He smiled a bit, giving another shake of his head and bringing his beer back up for another sip, "No. Haven't had to. The last one I snuck up on was nice enough to help me find what I needed. Antibiotics are hard to come by. It's a little easier to find and trade for bandages and things like that." Because his biggest problem now was keeping his gunshot wound and the worst bite clean and dressed in clean bandages. The other three bites were doing just fine.