You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Oh, no, Ludo." Adam corrected, after a good chuckle at Amalia's careful repetition of his crude slang. "It was an alright quest, as they go. Me and Peter and a minotaur, that I killed. Pew!" He 'fired' a finger gun off in front of him, though the trajectory of the imaginary bullet would have been rather off-target from anything, given how much he was wobbling in her grasp.
"I've been way more drunk." He insisted, with a hint of pride in his voice. But when she asked her second question he fell quiet and didn't respond for a moment, then he sighed.
Maybe it was because he knew her, maybe it was because his guard was down, but suddenly he spoke in a far more vulernable and hushed tone. "Because...because...you ever felt like you have a hole in your head, Amalia? That's all black and dark and you can't...it stops you from really...being anything? I dunno. But you can fill the hole, sometimes, for a bit. With booze and drugs and sex and all the rest, and you forget it's there." He was again quiet, then coughed, embarrassed.
"...So yeah, I guess...that might be why, but also..heh...it tastes good, right?"
Adam
It didn't.
