Ingrid
"I don't plan on drinking until I pass out...just long enough so I don't feel anything."
Ingrid actually gagged a little. Oh, for the love of Caido... She crossed her arms. "Listen to yourself!" she exclaimed, incredulous. His vague statement invited her to ask for more details about his sorry life — exactly what she was trying to avoid here. "The act of 'drowning your feelings' is a myth peddled by wine-makers. You drink alone until you're sadder than you fucking were before, and then you vomit. That's how this works," she said.
"And in the mean time, you're in a prime position to get your pockets or bones picked by different sorts of wolves. How's this, Blondie? You let me have some of that shit, we go to a bar, and we have fun tonight. The whole wallowing in self-pity thing is just gross."
Ingrid actually gagged a little. Oh, for the love of Caido... She crossed her arms. "Listen to yourself!" she exclaimed, incredulous. His vague statement invited her to ask for more details about his sorry life — exactly what she was trying to avoid here. "The act of 'drowning your feelings' is a myth peddled by wine-makers. You drink alone until you're sadder than you fucking were before, and then you vomit. That's how this works," she said.
"And in the mean time, you're in a prime position to get your pockets or bones picked by different sorts of wolves. How's this, Blondie? You let me have some of that shit, we go to a bar, and we have fun tonight. The whole wallowing in self-pity thing is just gross."
