[ He's about bot exactly halfway under, but still able to hold his own in a conversation. It's that nebulous grey zone where you wish you were drunker than you are but you lack the willpower to chug the amount of Hokk required to achieve it. He wants to forget life for a bit, not get blackout drunk.
That's reserved for family get togethers.
Jack's voice brings his brows together in an annoyed, dramatically pained expression that lacks any real heart behind it as he shifts enough to lift his head and glance over. There's a brief moment where he's not sure if he really wants to entertain Jack's ego, but he's just inebriated enough to decide maybe tonight he just doesn't care. So he waves his hand dismissively. ]
Body odour, people vomiting on the floor...what's not to love? [ f u c k Westerly. This place sucks. But it's not home and that's currently what it has going for it right now in Rhys's opinion. ]
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That's reserved for family get togethers.
Jack's voice brings his brows together in an annoyed, dramatically pained expression that lacks any real heart behind it as he shifts enough to lift his head and glance over. There's a brief moment where he's not sure if he really wants to entertain Jack's ego, but he's just inebriated enough to decide maybe tonight he just doesn't care. So he waves his hand dismissively. ]
Body odour, people vomiting on the floor...what's not to love? [ f u c k Westerly. This place sucks. But it's not home and that's currently what it has going for it right now in Rhys's opinion. ]