[Grift's face contorted into a mock-frown, brows knitting together and lower lip jutting out.] You're using me, Chapel? Is that it? I'm shocked. And offended. And I may just cry myself to sleep after you leave.
[The face dropped as he considered the insides of the bottle and questioned whether or not it would look more palatable once it was inside him. He decided it was, and took a cautionary gulp.]
Section 1? Good luck. All the new guys are pouring in, and some are mighty unfriendly. I wouldn't want to bunk with them, and you'll be hard pressed to find an entirely vacant one.
[Grift stared passively at the bunk that Grift was sitting on, across from him, and down at the bottles.
Now he felt like a cad. He had seen the man's corpse, the argument with who seemed like a close friend of his, and mentioned that he'd have to go scavenge for housing. Grift would never call himself a nice person, or a... decent person, really, but he did have a conscience. Unfortunately. Besides, Chapel was good company, and a good drinking partner, and despite the whole priestly shit, wouldn't judge.]
Of course, if you can't snag one of your own, you're welcome here. I'll have to get a roommate one of these days. Civic duty and all that jazz. [He tipped the bottle in Chapel's direction.] And don't go questioning my logic because of the drink. I can hold my liquor, I'll tell you that now.
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Date: 2009-11-30 11:52 pm (UTC)[The face dropped as he considered the insides of the bottle and questioned whether or not it would look more palatable once it was inside him. He decided it was, and took a cautionary gulp.]
Section 1? Good luck. All the new guys are pouring in, and some are mighty unfriendly. I wouldn't want to bunk with them, and you'll be hard pressed to find an entirely vacant one.
[Grift stared passively at the bunk that Grift was sitting on, across from him, and down at the bottles.
Now he felt like a cad. He had seen the man's corpse, the argument with who seemed like a close friend of his, and mentioned that he'd have to go scavenge for housing. Grift would never call himself a nice person, or a... decent person, really, but he did have a conscience. Unfortunately. Besides, Chapel was good company, and a good drinking partner, and despite the whole priestly shit, wouldn't judge.]
Of course, if you can't snag one of your own, you're welcome here. I'll have to get a roommate one of these days. Civic duty and all that jazz. [He tipped the bottle in Chapel's direction.] And don't go questioning my logic because of the drink. I can hold my liquor, I'll tell you that now.