[ evan meets the look, smirk faded to something less gloating. he sets down the mug on the other side of david's leg, not making a comment about that particular invasion of his space, and considers the options they have.
neither one of them is drunk enough to do anything really stupid, he figures, although that's never stopped david before (or him). on the other hand, evan's never been the sort to beat around the bush, unless it comes to attempting to grasp his own emotional state or getting someone to admit they liked killing him. ]
How drunk are you?
[ barely, would be his guess. he can barely even feel what he drank, but there's more of him to slow down. ]
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neither one of them is drunk enough to do anything really stupid, he figures, although that's never stopped david before (or him). on the other hand, evan's never been the sort to beat around the bush, unless it comes to attempting to grasp his own emotional state or getting someone to admit they liked killing him. ]
How drunk are you?
[ barely, would be his guess. he can barely even feel what he drank, but there's more of him to slow down. ]