*with some amusement* Hey, I think you're confusing me with a gay man.
How do you know about that?
*winces* We-ell. The day you sprang Lord Glorfindel, Aerandir and some of the boys went through the apartment. They found some pills and stuff. *in a rush* It was like a pharmacy, 'cept it wasn't ibuprofen in the ibuprofen tub. She was even lacing the whiskey and vodka with ke-stuff. Strong stuff. *feels a little ill herself, at the thought*
I don't think I'm the one you need to worry about though.
*rubs your arm, all comfortingly-like* Don't tell me that I can't worry about you, Ehtello. It's my job.