the corner of his lips lift up in a brief smile , the smallest chuckle coming out soon after . he doesn’t want to move his mouth too much lest he wants to waste his last cigarette . clumsy fingers tear through the wrapping , hardly attempting to keep the wrapping in one piece . brows raise upon opening the box . he has to laugh . “ am i really that much of an alcoholic ? i swear on me mum i’ve enough booze to last until the end of the world . ”
❝ Oh, don’t tell Lorcan that, ‘cause he’ll be over at yours in a flash and it’ll be all gone. ❞ He grins, although you can’t really go wrong with a gift of liquor for someone you know. ❝ It’s good scotch, too, so don’t fuckin’ guzzle the whole thing in one go, eh? ❞ James puffs on his cigarette, rather pleased with his little act of generosity. ❝ And don’t tell anyone I got you this, I’ve got a reputation to maintain with the roadies and crew. ❞