Re: Headed TO THE BAR (Vanessa, Idris, open)
"Did I hit a sore spot, Vic?" Idris murmured--or rather, it would've been a murmur had he not one too many shots under his belt. (And if that pushing feeling in the back of his mind would be quiet, and quit urging him to speak out of turn.) As it stood, Vanessa would be able to clearly hear the comment, as would Victor. "Sorry about that, pardner," he amended, but the sarcasm in his tone was obvious.
Vanessa was boasting of his talents for drinking people under the bar, but Idris knew he ought to slow down. True, he could handle his liquor well enough, but if he wasn't careful, he'd end up in the bathroom instead of walking crookedly out of CASKET once the evening was finished. But if Victor was going to continue drinking, well. The competitive urge he felt to match the other--despite the obvious gain he had on Victor--was childish, but nonetheless entertaining.
His attention shifted to Vanessa, and he barely repressed a laugh.
"Did you have a slumber party?" Idris asked in the same manner Vanessa had earlier questioned him about the redhead he'd met at Pax. "Come on, don't leave any details out--the carpets matching the drapes, remember? How come I haven't seen your slippers yet?"