Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
More gay, is what Ronin wants to retort, given the wendigo's reaction to the alcohol so far - and he hasn't even drank any yet. "Shoot it back and quit complaining - it'll keep your bones warm." He grins, doing just that with his own drink (though not without a practiced wince, because it really is like paint thinner) and promptly ordering another to nurse for a bit.
"You know," he says conversationally, "there are still a few liquor stores up top that haven't been touched since things went to shit. They're all in the off-limits part of the topside. Dangerous as fuck out there, but you might just find that wine you're looking for if we went." Raising his eyebrows and paying for their drinks, Ronin murmurs his thanks and grabs his second whiskey so they can go and sit at a table.
"You know," he says conversationally, "there are still a few liquor stores up top that haven't been touched since things went to shit. They're all in the off-limits part of the topside. Dangerous as fuck out there, but you might just find that wine you're looking for if we went." Raising his eyebrows and paying for their drinks, Ronin murmurs his thanks and grabs his second whiskey so they can go and sit at a table.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
