Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
Adam laughed, unsure if marriage wasn't just weird everywhere. While he admittedly only knew one married person here, he had assumed it was the same stupid power-grabbing move it had been back home, with a few exceptions based on love. "Oh fuck, no, don't make me recite the spoon thing. It was so dumb. Different ones for soup, pâté and dessert, then others for this weird fucking bowl of lemon water they'd have sometimes..."
He liked his meals simple and filling. A bit of meat, bread and beer for him, please. Though it was hard to stay too grumpy about high cuisine when Amalia was giggling and transforming her fingers before him; he laughed too, at the image and at the clear effect the drugs were starting to have on her (and he was secretly relieved it was turning out to be a good effect). "Let him try. I'll seduce him too."
Laying down with her, he closed his eyes for a moment, the swirling above him a little nausea inducing, considering the baseline amount of alcohol already in his system. "I'm...uh...I think about 27. I don't know...quite when my birthday is, totally. But around there...oh Jeez, that means I'm gonna be 37 in ten years. Ew. That's not old enough to be old sexy, but it's not young enough to be cool and rebelly. What am I gonna do?"
