. . . .Ew.]
Brynn was soon lying on the snowy ground as before, that chick beneath him as before. She slipped away before his mind could refocus, though, leaving him laying on the cold snow. She muttered incomprehensive words as he tried to push himself up, though he didn't spend time trying to figure out what she'd said. He'd somehow managed to stand, soon, and reached out to rest an arm on the lady's shoulder for needed support—obviously not quite learning from his mistakes. He heard her next words, however, though he wasn't sure what to make of them. "Follow you? To? Why? . . . . Should I get another drink?" He asked, despite her instructions not to, with the beginnings of a smirk on his lips.