Am I really Talking to You About This

He couldn't keep his eyes off her, though he tries to be more fascinated with how quickly she jumped to and from emotions. His foggy head had a hard time keeping up with her, but he held on to the conversation. Shaye's suggestion made his drunk self smile widely grinning. Maybe he could. "Neither have I" She added on, and Rhyme was brought back to their last emotional discussion. "That's not.." what he had meant. Tana had been born a slave and he couldn't call any of the interactions she has with those wolves any kind of relationship. Especially not a romantic one.


He found himself in agreement with Shaye, weddings were over rated. Then she found herself on another tangent. A hunt? She thought the two of them would be able to hunt right then? He gave a hearty chuckle at the thought, but realized there were zero damns to be given at that moment either. "That couldn't sound any better." So he tried to get up.


First try wasn't so bad, he took to his feet rather gracefully for how drunk he was. Once he was up there the problems started. There was just a tiny bit too much dizzy as he stood up to fast and he found himself on the ground again. At this point he was too determined (and hoping Shaye wasn't laughing too hard at him) to quit and again found his feet and remained standing the second time of not swaying slightly.