Who. Liam Walker & Scott Morgan What. The boys are getting drunk. Other stuff might happen. Where. Liam's house in Las Vegas When. Backdated to Sunday, April 6th 2014 Warnings. Nothing too wild. Shhh, they're new at this.
Liam was so out of touch with the outside world that he hadn't even known what tonight was until Scott had said something on the boards. He was just as happy to pretend it never happened, a method he utilized to deal with most things he'd rather not actually deal with. It was a nasty habit, but Liam was much more comfortable pushing things away then actually acknowledging a problem. Robb Stark was his fucking problem, and the main cause for all the things Liam was having to forcibly ignore these days. Robb fucking Stark. The perennial thorn in his side. All because he had the misfortune of being the reincarnated King in the goddamn North.
"Don't look at me like that." Liam spoke to the huge, gray beast sitting by his feet in his dimly lit living room. There were empty bottles everywhere and a small TV on the opposite wall. Other than that, Liam didn't have very much. Didn't need much either, he couldn't remember the last time he actually used a computer for something other than the reincarnate boards. Robb's direwolf cocked its head up at him and Liam took another swig of beer, head already swimming a little from the amount of booze that had been ingested tonight. He'd actually grown pretty fond of Grey Wind, so that was one thing he didn't necessarily mind about the whole reincarnate deal. Besides, having a direwolf around meant he never actually had to pay for a built-in security system. Nobody in their right mind was going to try and break into this house.
Of course, that didn't mean nobody in their right mind wouldn't show up at his house in the middle of the night, but Scott Morgan was another story entirely. Liam hadn't forgotten the man was on his way over, but when he actually heard the knock on the door he scratched the back of his head in a nervous habit and fought off a wave of mysterious nerves. He just chocked it up to being paranoid, a trait Robb actually could have benefited from. Liam pulled himself up from the couch and crossed the room to the front hall, Grey Wind already waiting by the door ready to greet or snarl at the person on the other side of it. Liam opened the door with a crooked grin. "Whatever you're selling, I ain't that cheap."