can of beer is held so daintily&. with such an air of elegance that it almost seems as if eliza is still a woman of nobility , sipping at a glass of bubbly champagne or an expensive wine . however such drinks are not her style ( luxurious lifestyle be damned ) &. she does not plan to switch to weak drinks for aesthetic’s sake . specified drinks do little to provide the numbing effect appreciated with her usual beers . a sigh escapes red lips &. her free hand brushes stray locks back into place as she mulls over his question for a few moments .
’ restraining orders usually work , but i recommend guards if it goes any farther . ’ a sip from her drink . ’ you’re strong , sure , but it’s bad on your image if you take care of them yourself .
‘ it’s not even that it’s . . . necessary to hurt ‘em . they’re just kinda creepy . ‘ he sounds sheepish, hand being brought to the back of his head. it was a blessing, at least, that someone else experienced this problem. not that he wanted someone else to have to deal with THAT , he just wanted someone that could relate in the slightest bit. he fell back into the seat, eyes now lidded. teeth ground and he’s unsure where to even continue, or even if the conversation needs to continue. his voice had already started to get lower, a tell of how the alcohol has taken effect. not that anyone would need to be paying attention to that. the pile that formed between the pair was obvious enough.
a sigh, followed by a groan. could he even afford guards? with the way the ZANE deal fell through, he didn’t even think to actually check if money had been made. no matter. the can in his grip was crushed, metal edges digging into his hands. it was an acute sensation, separating itself immediately from everything else that had been muted by the beer in his system. drinking away his problems wouldn’t work. but it didn’t not work ‘ at least they haven’t gotten my address yet ‘