i've been drinking alone

I'm not beaten by this yet

Ingrid laughed. "The weather here is fucking amazing," she said. (Now would probably be a good time to point out that Ingrid was wearing more or less a bra over pants. However, whether that was because she was purposely dressing like a sorority girl on Halloween or because she just didn't own anything with short sleeves was up for debate.)

“Let’s just say I’m glad I was one of the few that was able to leave the encounter with my clothes intact, though perhaps a bit flushed.”

Ingrid snickered and sipped her drink. "You turned down an actual sex God? Talk about high standards."

It was probably better that he had no memories of the past, because Ingrid had been an equine, and Sunjata had been a pegasus with a part-bird superiority complex. It was less complicated that way. But back to their conversation... Would Ingrid have avoided Halo?

"No. Definitely not with this as the alternative, 'cuz this place was locked away from the Gods, well, except for the heralds. Don't get me wrong: Halo is fucking freezing. Cold weather. Cold hearts. But Halo is an island paradise compared to the cold of the Godless nights and hellish monsters people from here told me about... But yeah, you can bet your ass I'll be visiting that ocean."

You can't tell me to regret