I raise an eyebrow "not my issue jeez... You sound sober even when you are drunk" I say rolling my eyes in amusment.

"Loneliness can be much more than physical," she teases Luca. "Besides, it's just fun when the person can struggle. That Sibnele guy is so full of negativity, I wouldn't have a problem handling him."

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"Wow, thanks," Sibnele says. "I like to indulge in my ability for sober drunkenness."

she growls and creeps futher to the center.

"Oh, you're no fun!" the girl giggles. "Come back out here and play!" Twitching her whip, the edge feels around the tree, towards you.

I chuckle "you're amusing... You know that... Not as scary now... I guess... Although you're pretty unpredictable..." I say leaning on the desk and crossing my arms again.

"I'm too busy being loopy to be predictable," Sibnele grumbles. Flexing his hand, another bottle whisks up. He glances at you. "You want one?" His eyes are unfocused.

I raise a brow "jus a little bit... Nothin... To strong of course..." I say arms still crossed, eyes studying him carefully and giggling to myself at his loopyness.

"Okay. I mean. . .it's pretty strong, but, eh. it's good." He holds the bottle out to you.

I slowly make my way forward my mouth in a straight line my eyes still Crimson and I slowly put my hand forward for the bottle.

she smacks her whip on top of her head.