He was using the chair to tip back in order to help him tip his bottle back. Air was traded for whiskey. He'd lean forward with a slow tip and when all four legs hit he'd roll into it and twist to eye her, "You serious? What do you even need right now? Besides a bed of ice.." Lame joke was lame. "If you need me to beat up any of your friends, too, I'm done for the night." He watched her curiously at the mirror though, seeing only half her face- the worst side, while she dabbed at the fresh blood.Â
It was going to hurt so bad in the morning. He'd be impressed if she could get out of bed.
It was going to hurt so bad in the morning. He'd be impressed if she could get out of bed.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
