04.Feb.13, 07:53 PM
"Heh. Think yer the first t'enjoy talkin' t'me, but I'll take what I can get, eh?" He grabbed his half-empty bottle and took another, long drink. Maybe A'liran had enjoyed their conversations. It was hard to tell with the other man, and B'run didn't dwell on such things often. He shoved a hand through his hair and scowled, muttering to himself a moment before taking yet another drink. He seemed determined to be drunk.
"I don' know how people stomach this crap. S'burnin' my gut an' smells like refuse." He wrinkled his nose and stoppered the bottle, though he kept it in his hands. "You don' intend t'wander off anytime soon, do ya? I'll prolly need someone t'haul my sorry ass home."
"I don' know how people stomach this crap. S'burnin' my gut an' smells like refuse." He wrinkled his nose and stoppered the bottle, though he kept it in his hands. "You don' intend t'wander off anytime soon, do ya? I'll prolly need someone t'haul my sorry ass home."