Rob took the challenge to heart and poured himself a second drink, gulping it down right away. He poured a third, but waited a moment before drinking. He chuckled when Valentin said 'whiskey dick', not used to vulgarity from the vampire and really getting a charge from it. "Yeah, I guess so. An' I guess I was too drunk to really care that much too." Not exactly true, Rob had been angry at the time, but now it didn't seem quite as bad as it had been at the time.
"You're body's effected, but not your brain?" Rob tried to ponder that as he drank and refilled his glass. His lip pouted out a bit as he thought on what Valentin told him. It seemed there was an implication there, and as thick as Rob was, even he was catching onto it.
"So you were... you mean you were blackout drunk an' someone... someone took advantage of you?" Rob's fist instinctively clenched. He felt a surge of rage at the idea of Valentin being victimized like that.