"But, I mean, sharing a room with a pretty chick whose name I don't even know is below me. How'm I 'posed to walk away and brag 'morrow if you don't let me know, babe
? What harm is 'ere in just whispering a little somethin'
like your na—" Slurred, flirtatiously lilting messes of words ended in a choking hiccup just as she shoved something into his clumsy grip. The cool glass—Brynn could feel the warmth where her touch still lingered—jerked with his body and tilted dangerously to the right, drops of the strong-smelling liquid spilling eagerly over the brim as he let it rest with a loud, ringing clink on the nightstand. Cobwebs and dust flew to meet his bare hand, wrap around long fingers and nails more pallid than the rest of him, as if his leather coverings were on more often than his shirt, and make him narrowly miss the petite beauty as he lurched forward to grasp her thin little arm.
The bed, or as much of a bed that a pathetic attempt at a wooden frame and mattress made from rock could be, screeched horribly as the dark haired man fell from its cold caress onto the freezing floor, whining almost childishly as his bare back and head met it with a thud. "Hey, chick, you avoiding me or somethin'? You look lonely over there, makin' friends with the corner, bring those pretty legs of yours over here and we'll have fun, yeah?" Brynn chuckled, forcing unruly strands of damp hair from eyes curved with laughter, drifting lazily from the patched-up, dusty ceiling to the woman gazing out the window. "Hey, look, how 'bout I drink this thing here and you come talk to me. That's what you want, yeah?"
He tapped lightly on the glass with one sharp nail, let it rest on his lips and linger there hesitantly. Thoughts swirling in his mind whispered he shouldn't trust her, buxom ladies often did mess him up, but he couldn't distrust her with her cute little baby face that surely couldn't tell a lie. Brynn took a quick swig, coughing as the bitter liquid slid down his throat and brought on a piercing headache worse than the constant throbbing. "Ah, jeez, lady." Defeated and too tired to talk, he let his head rest on the floor, groaning softly as the pain gradually subsided and left him with a somewhat clear mind and less of a need to throw up the little still left in him. "Well, it wasn't too bad. Wait, what is this, anyway? Ah, no, I feel terrible
. It's like I hadn't drank anything
. What did you do to me?"
“Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｗａｓ ｙｏｕｎｇｅｒ , ｔｈｅ ｓｋｙ
ｗａｓ ｃｌｏｓｅｒ. Ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｃｌｏｓｅｒ.”