Putting the glass to his lips, he took a sip. Well- it wasn't beer, that was for sure, but he made the best of a bad situation, taking another sip. It was something. He placed the glass down and looked at her, eyes betraying a hint of curiosity. He didn't ask about the urine, though who could blame him.
"You are?" He asked dryly, the drink had clearly not managed to soothe his tone at all, but what could you do. A hand ran up to his darkened hair, pushing back a stray strand that had somehow gone rogue, dangling away like a stray blade of grass.
He wasn't quite sure why he wasn't more annoyed by the fact she'd come over and just struct up conversation, though he assumed he was simply too tired of simply trying to get people to leave him alone, it seemed like a futile attempt so what was the point anymore?
Picking up the glass again, he gazed at the liquid housed within, his mind still clearly dwelling on something other than the present.
"You are?" He asked dryly, the drink had clearly not managed to soothe his tone at all, but what could you do. A hand ran up to his darkened hair, pushing back a stray strand that had somehow gone rogue, dangling away like a stray blade of grass.
He wasn't quite sure why he wasn't more annoyed by the fact she'd come over and just struct up conversation, though he assumed he was simply too tired of simply trying to get people to leave him alone, it seemed like a futile attempt so what was the point anymore?
Picking up the glass again, he gazed at the liquid housed within, his mind still clearly dwelling on something other than the present.
