Wrong Kind of Thirst

Adam was a little disappointed Nate didn't seem to notice the magic of the drinking horn, but didn't say anything, wanting it to be an eventual surprise. Taking back the cup he tipped the remainder into his mouth then held it in his hand for a moment, covering it so Nate wouldn't see it refill. "Prayin' here is way better than it ever was back where I came from. And...a medical school, huh? You actually got any business doin' something like that?" Adam was grinning, his tone more teasing than actually doubting; at the end of the day he didn't care if Nate had no qualifications at all. It would make for a funny story. He let himself be grabbed and even (jokingly, of course) leant his head on Nate's shoulder, laughing as he heard the comment about smokes. "Wow, great fucking hint. Best I've ever heard. Alright, I'll get you a damn smoke....just hold this, yeah?" With a smile he handed the now full-again horn to Nate before digging for a smoke in his bag. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave