LOREN
Snorting at Sunjata's response, Loren just turned to start heading down the sand bar again. However, the bartender's accusation had the healer glancing over his shoulder even if the narrator is definitely too drunk to edit properly. "Ah yes, because as a drunkard yourself you think every slip of the tongue must be due to alcohol." His voice was equal parts derisive and dismissive, though he toasted to let the other man know he'd scored a point.
When Sunjata revealed he preferred the ocean to a bar, Loren smirked. "Why don't you move here, then?" Shaking the flask in the air before taking another drink, the smirk deepened. ”I would share, but I know that’s not your style.” The words dripped with pure sarcasm.
When Sunjata revealed he preferred the ocean to a bar, Loren smirked. "Why don't you move here, then?" Shaking the flask in the air before taking another drink, the smirk deepened. ”I would share, but I know that’s not your style.” The words dripped with pure sarcasm.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
