Re: April and Eliot
Eliot led the way back to the house, or rather prison cell, and his mood remained volatile. He didn't want to take it out on April - she was merely a sheep in the slaughter line.
Once inside, he grabbed a beer from the fridge, broke the cap off on the edge of the counter, and took a long swallow from the bottle. Alcohol wasn't to be treated like a soother but sometimes a man just needed a drink.
He made a motion to her to go on. She had something to say and he'd let her say it. He didn't see how it'd change his mind but if the lady wanted to speak, he'd listen.