Re: log: blake and graham, thorne house
Blake was busy drinking again by the time Graham got done giving him the side eye and got himself ready to go. The guy just couldn't resist, though, turned back to sate his curiosity, and Blake chuckled a little. People were so predictable.
"Because it never gets better," he said, without missing a beat. Never, never. It didn't matter if you had nothing or everything, "Time heals all wounds," he said, around the mouth of the bottle. Teeth and chapped lips. He took a swig. "What a crock of shit."
He slid off the end of the armchair and slid past Graham without the least bit of fear or instinct for self-preservation. Past him, then out the door, then around the stairs. There were comfortable couches in the living room, and they'd be as good a place to pass out as any. The stairs seemed like a bad choice. "Night!"