[Decision to keep hands to himself was most likely the smart choice on Silco's part. The air of irritation was still strong in Richard, and the overly alcohol intake was one sign of it. Just like the other man, Richard hardly ever indulged in spirits enough to have it affect him aside from slight tipsiness. He had never found much pleasure in getting drunk, the fuzzy and numbing on his body and mind only appearing as bothersome and distracting.
It was only those times when he was deeply troubled or angry that he chose to use the alcohol to calm his nerves. Just like now.
He, too, brought the glass to his lips and took a gulp. The amber liquid warmed his body as it traveled down his throat straight to his belly, thawing some of the iciness within him. Richard listened as Silco went on about Jinx, no doubt listing the critique that he had heard from other people working close to him. Well, it's not like he completely disagreed with those statements. His own feelings towards the girl lingered somewhere around the same direction.
But it is the last statement that has him lower the glass and look at his lover, one curious brow arched up.] My, how arrogant of you. [He huffs an amused laughter and shifts on his chair, assuming more leisure position, cheek resting on the knuckles of one hand.] And just what do I have to be jealous of?
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It was only those times when he was deeply troubled or angry that he chose to use the alcohol to calm his nerves. Just like now.
He, too, brought the glass to his lips and took a gulp. The amber liquid warmed his body as it traveled down his throat straight to his belly, thawing some of the iciness within him. Richard listened as Silco went on about Jinx, no doubt listing the critique that he had heard from other people working close to him. Well, it's not like he completely disagreed with those statements. His own feelings towards the girl lingered somewhere around the same direction.
But it is the last statement that has him lower the glass and look at his lover, one curious brow arched up.] My, how arrogant of you. [He huffs an amused laughter and shifts on his chair, assuming more leisure position, cheek resting on the knuckles of one hand.] And just what do I have to be jealous of?