charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
"I prefer to drink alone," Charlie replied. "Saves me a lot of knuckle pain. I get a lot less fucking tolerant when I'm drunk."
To be fair, she had even no business even being at such a party. She didn't really know anyone, with the exception of O'Brien, and he was busy with whom Charlie assumed was his dream-girl. She had seen Liam somewhere as well, wearing a douchey hat, but had managed to avoid him so far. In fact, she'd done a pretty good job of avoiding everyone, except this guy.
"Charlie. Call me anything different, and I break your nose. Fair warning," she replied, handing him her bottle of vodka. "Now, you look like you could use this, Mike, Michael, whatever." Maybe it'd get him to stop looking like someone kicked his puppy in the spleen.