Biiiiiiiiig Stretchies

Bramble looked upon him with an expression of disdain and disapproval, leaving Quill feeling a little sheepish beneath her blue gaze. One brow arched and the brute smirked in response, the edge of a canine flashing. He was handsome and charming and he tried to use that in his favor. 'Look at me, I'm cute. Don't be mad at me.'

After admitting that she enjoyed a drink as well from time to time, Bramble moved on to asking him just why he'd been drinking. Quill inhaled deeply, turned his head to the side so that their gazes were no longer meeting. It wasn't something that he had planned on talking about, but his lowered inhibitions had made him act... inappropriately with her.

"Talyssa and I had decided to part ways. I could see the hurt in her eyes and it bothered me, so... I drank." Probably not the best solution to a problem, but what else could he do? Talyssa left. He didn't really know anyone else in The Hallows, save Ellara, and she was missing. A drink had seemed like a good idea until there was a bear chewing on his neck.

"So, again... I apologize." He apologized, but it was for several different things. Getting hurt, dropping a kiss upon her and hurting her sister. Bramble had every right to be furious with him, but Quill had a strange feeling that she wouldn't be. Or at least not too furious.

"speech"