"I fucked up," Chris laughed and tilted his chin up, staring at Toby's face, "Fucked up," When Chris was drunk, he had worse mood swings than a person could sensibly deal with and from sentence to sentence it was hard to tell if he was angry with Beecher or himself, "Burnt myself," He held up his hand, grinning widely, "Tried to burn it off. Hurt like fuck Beeche, but you know how it is." He stepped a bit closer to the man, almost threatening in his stance as he looked at his hand.