shellshockerraphael
“Good thing th’neares’ library’s a few blocks away, then. Can’t get there withou’ drivin’.” He wasn’t going to actually let Natalie know that he’d been taught how to drive, but if she assumed, he could always just play dumb… Still, it was a rather amusing thing to think about, and it did pique his curiosity. “Why would you ‘ave broken into a library if you were drunk? Woulda thought drunk people woulda been wantin’ t’get more drunk, get more’ve that buzz.” Not like he knew anything.
“I was already drunk. Any more and I would’ve passed out. Or lost m’pants. ” She dangled her feet over the edge of her balcony, smiling at the pull of gravity against her toes as she swung them, back and forth, back and forth...
“It seemed like a good idea at th’time, I guess. I like libraries. They’re quiet, an... and no one bugs you, in ‘em.” She’d wanted to be alone, she remembered - but that was a little to deep for her drunken self to discuss, and she quickly found more of an explanation for her mutated companion.
“An’ there’s this book they’ve got - it looks like it ain’t nothin’ but a mixology book but it’s potions, all of ‘em. I wanted to show Zak, an’ t’practice, an’ keep it, but it’s always in th’s back room an’ they never let me in so I broke in bu’ it wasn’t even there an’ it was so stupid-”
She huffed, gripping the bars that held her from falling over the side. “Who even has a restricted section, anyways? What is this, Harry Potter? An’ why’s mixology in there? M’not twenty one but you don’t need t’be twenty one to read.”
