Oct 23, 2014
[ detectiveoda; ]
There's a resounding clink of glass against wood; an echo that wouldn't resonate so heavy if it didn't have such a bitter connotation. The liquid is acid as far as anyone's concerned -- it burns like fire. Which is odd because he's drinking to forget the fire. Apparently it's making him forget everything but that.
" You don't have to stand there so condescending. " Mean words, but they're spoken matter-of-factly; voice dulled over like it'd been dragged through gravel.