[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

She watched his features, waiting for expressions to envelop into woe, regret, melancholy, or some visceral anger she wouldn’t understand. Maybe he was ready though, when none of that seemed to occur, and she was left with raised brows and a quiet ‘huh’ under her breath. It quickly altered into a smile, shrugging her shoulders and adhering to the task at hand. Thereafter, she floated over to the boat, deft at handling all things nautical after years upon the Ark, and then her own Firecracker. Fangorn and Sila made themselves quite comfortable too.

Once they slid from shore she gazed out over the water, then moved into her bag, pulling out the range of alcohol choices, should he want to partake – a wicked little grin spreading. Twisting off the cap to hers, with a soft, metallic clink, there’d been no indication of the sudden subject change, but she was suddenly very glad for the liquor. Save for the sudden choking bit, trouble swallowing when it’d already been halfway down her throat and her voice had wanted to crackle against the seams.

Sputtering for a second, she took a deep breath and refocused. “What?” Truthfully, it made sense, they did live in the same region. Didn't mean it irritated her any less. “How is the fuckwad?”