paint it black / moonmade

[ANIMA B.]

[align=center][div style="width: 540px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"Why are you bothered? I've been tipping you." She grumbles, not bothering to look Moon in the eye in something that could be ascribed as embarrassment, but really, she's not ready to admit that she's drunk that much. Still, she offers a shrug in return, going far enough as to chuckle when he implies that really, she should be drunk. And honestly, she is drunk. That's the whole fucking point of this exercise, to end up so drunk that nothing else matters.

"Aw, thought it'd be lucky seven." She comments with an overplayed whine when he whips out the bottle. She mentally berates herself considering Jack isn't even good whiskey, the American shit is shit and the Scottish is quality - double malt whiskey is far better. "Also where do you think it's going? Did I spill it down my shirt when I wasn't looking? I'm actually buying for the guy who tried to smash my fucking teeth in, sending 'em to his hospital room." She sounds not angry, but more like a child throwing a tantrum, like she's sulking with Moon. And now she can almost hear Cailan telling to grow the fuck up.

Why is she drinking? There is a breakup, but again, that wasn't... Well, it was entirely her fault. Vincent Clemens was not here and his sister, the godamn sister of the man that she's avoiding because she fucked up left him for his own good is turning up. Thank her lucky stars that Valentina doesn't know who she is right? She loves it when a plan comes together.

"'M not broken up." Her sulky tone continues, "He's not broken up with me yet. I just... Think he should find someone else." She pauses, perhaps in a moment of self-realisation but is blessedly short-lived before she shakes her head and looks him dead in the eye. He looks... Pretty young considering, and it catches her off-guard, forcing her to stop again. Was she giving this kid a bad time? She didn't want to do that - she promised she was going to be good when she moved here...

She holds her hand up, digging in her pocket for her wallet and fishes out a 20 dollar note. "Here, take that for a cider and keep the rest for yourself, and put that godamn shit away. Don't even fucking like Jack."