He’s just going to drink until he’s blacked out. Don’t mind him.

Eye squinting over at her. Perhaps he’ll consider sobriety.

Absolutely not. Filthy /thing/.

Her grin just about sickened him enough to get up and toss the cigarette from her mouth. “My hand slipped.” So monotonous.

Go /away/. His presence alone is enough to turn his stomach.

“M-mmf..—” Spluttering and clutching his wounded area, a gruff huff as his eyes bored up at her. “C-Careful, you shouldn’t be having so much fun with another man.” Now he was just t r y i n g to piss her off.

Chucks a shot over to the demon. Whoops, look like it splashed over and wet his coat.