LOCKE
Locke hums softly, taking the bottle and taking another swig of it. It's pretty much empty at this point but it's fine. He shakes the bottle a bit, head tilted to one side. Sah is an odd little beast, isn't he? Locke just can't figure him out. He seems to flip flop in moods. That's fine, Locke does too when he's not drunk.
When he hands the bottle back, he's shocked, literally. He pulls his hand back with a hiss, almost dropping the bottle. "The fuck? It's just a nickname. I've got a million of them. Shouldn't be offended by it." Locke huffs, standing up and having to brace himself against the tree. "I'll buy you booze the next time we talk, yeah? Get you something strong because you clearly need it."
When he hands the bottle back, he's shocked, literally. He pulls his hand back with a hiss, almost dropping the bottle. "The fuck? It's just a nickname. I've got a million of them. Shouldn't be offended by it." Locke huffs, standing up and having to brace himself against the tree. "I'll buy you booze the next time we talk, yeah? Get you something strong because you clearly need it."
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
