Thread: Love on the Rocks...aint no surprise...

Sam opens the door a second later, dressed as he usually is for the Dawn. He looks at Dre and smiles at the box at his door. He grabs the box, closes his door and moves out into the camp. He stops and greets the dawn, pausing for maybe a long 5 count, then turns back to move toward Dre.

"Hey there." He lifts the box. "I didn't get you anything. But, thanks."

Sam sits down near Dre.

"By the way, sorry about all that last week. I over reacted."

Sam looks at all the beer cans and looks around.

After a brief moment of introspection, he nods. "I'm sorry, Dre."

Drahcir waits, without turning his head, hearing the movement. He takes a deep breath, without coughing, and raises his bottle in a toast-like fashion.
"It's all good, brother...have a...ssseat." Drahcir is well into his cups, as evidenced by the beer carcasses around him. With bloodshot eyes, he smiles in that drunk uncle curl and hands the open bottle to Sam...

"No harmm..no...fff*hic*.. no fou....no problem...."

Sam chuckles and takes the bottle, taking a short swig at it before handing it back.

"you, my friend, are shitfaced. At seven fucking Ay Em."

He laughs softly again. "That's determination, brother."

Drahcir bobs his head in true inebriated fashion and raises his eyesbrows...

"YEP! And I dont even wana be...you know what fucking sucks about knowledge...?"

He leans in close, waeving his head back and forth, trying to maintain a target lock on some feature of Sams face...

"The whole....fucking...knowledge part...thas what sux donkey dick..."

Drahcir clears his throat and holds out his hand to Sam wiggling his fingers in that "gimmie" posture..."Gimmie a smoke, willya?"

Sam grins wryly, as if almost disbelieving what he's hearing, but he nods and digs out a package of smokes and a lighter.

"Sure," Sam shakes a smoke out. "Here man."

Sam looks around at the case of can strewn about, and looking at the jim beam bottle.

"How long you been up, brother?"

Drahcir continues to relieve the bottle of its contents even pulling back with a grimmace and producing a painful looking burp, which clearly has more than aubile contents within. Sticking his tongue out as his mouth opens, Sam can catch a whiff of the sewer within, which literally smells like Drahcir rooted through a garbage can.

He looks down at the cigarete with disdain and an "I cant believe Im about to put this in my mouth" grimmace. Lighting it, he inhales and produces the tell tale cough of a non smoker...hacking up Gaia only knows what, he wipes his mouth and takes another long swill.

Claudia opens her door and looks down at the case. She looks up at Sam and Drahcir. Her face sinks, showing her disappointment and feelings of betrayal. She takes one of the bottles and throws it at Drahcir, then pulls the rest of the case inside and slams the door.

As Drahcir tilts his head back, the bottle hurls and connects with the full force and fury of her strength. Shattering on his head he leans forward with his elbows on his knees, watching the blood hit the snow. With a sigh he nods and begins picking glass out of his hair.

Looking down at the broken bottle he shakes his head..."Now that was a waste of good booze..."

Putting the cigarette back into his mouth, he continues to shake his head in disbelief as he looks up to the sky..."Really? now Im not just drunk...but Im a hypocrit? Really? Really really?"

Sam leans back as Dre belches, then coughs and hacks at the cigarette.

"Yah, didn't remember you smoking much..."

He turns to look at Claudia, trying to give her a welcoming smile. He ducks as the bottle is chucked at them, looking up after she slams her door closed.

Sam looks back to Dre.

"You want to tell me what's up? Or do we sit out here and play twenty questions in the snow?"