KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Hers was a whole different sort of drunk. Cheerfully dancing straight over the edge and content to enjoy the scenery on the way down, quite unlike his own bruised and anguished attempt to drown himself in the oblivion. Korbin hummed vaguely, unable to decide which way was more destructive. But hey, his job was just to serve the booze. Not judge those who chugged it. Wouldn't, even if he'd had any kind of moral ground to stand on while he did.
"Korbin Hale," he replied aroubd the mouthful of dried fish, "and this particular batch is imported. From... the Grounds," he added, after leaning over to check the barrel. "Would assume so, but don't know the details. Previous owner didn't exactly keep a straight ledger." His expression clouded with a bittersweet kind of annoyance,
"Korbin Hale," he replied aroubd the mouthful of dried fish, "and this particular batch is imported. From... the Grounds," he added, after leaning over to check the barrel. "Would assume so, but don't know the details. Previous owner didn't exactly keep a straight ledger." His expression clouded with a bittersweet kind of annoyance,
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
