i've been drinking alone

I'm not beaten by this yet

He winked, and she raised her eyebrows, a lip-biting grin spreading across her face. "New clothes for Longheat? How am I supposed to wear less than this?" She gestured to her bandeau. "I'm a priestess, not a streaker."

Then he talked about meeting Frey. Ingrid wasn't sure you could cheat on somebody with sex incarnate, but maybe his girl was the jealous type? Whatever. Ingrid had a more important question: "Tell me, is there anyone who would hold you back if you met Frey now?" She leaned forward onto the bar, drumming on the counter with one hand and supporting her chin with the other.

“Ah, the hellish monsters.” He leaned in towards her, and suddenly he was close enough for her make out each fleck of blue in his eyes. Ingrid took a sharp breath. She found herself holding it unconsciously while he talked about how the bar had been destroyed. "What do you mean they 'used' a body? I thought they could just transform from beasts into people, like, I dunno, a reverse Attuned that also wants to murder you." The last thing he mentioned there was fucking terrifying, but he said it like he was talking about what he ate for lunch. "Writing in blood? What the fuck did it say?" she demanded.

Then, seeing what he was up to behind the bar, Ingrid realized she wouldn't have to make her current drink last any longer. She tipped her head back and chugged everything left in the glass.

"Burned it down to keep them out of what exactly? What counts as inside or outside when the walls are piles of ashes?" She chuckled. "You sound like you could use another, too."

You can't tell me to regret