Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
With his drink delivered and Maea found, Liam relaxed against the bar, although he raised a brow to see her down two drinks in quick succession. He looked to Hadama, but the merking merely challenged them to drink more - and although Liam hesitated to join in (he could be a mopey drunk), he lifted his glass anyway and offered a crooked smile to the both of them. "Cheers," he said, and took a healthy swig of his whiskey.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd drank to let loose and have a good time rather than to chase away the bad, but maybe tonight could change that. There was good company, good music, and good drinks, and he'd be damned if he'd come all this way with Maea to be a downer. He turned his head to the Ancient. "Want another? What are you having?" Then, to Hadama: "Think we can keep up?"
He couldn't remember the last time he'd drank to let loose and have a good time rather than to chase away the bad, but maybe tonight could change that. There was good company, good music, and good drinks, and he'd be damned if he'd come all this way with Maea to be a downer. He turned his head to the Ancient. "Want another? What are you having?" Then, to Hadama: "Think we can keep up?"
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
