And now the awkward silence. Aznimal used that time to rest his eyes a bit and tried not to think about the war going on between his body and the alcohol within it.
Then Æana began speaking. As much as his body appreciated the rest he didn't want to snub her, so he glanced at her.
The puppy face, sympathy. Sympathy was to be expected after what he just said.
Apologies weren't...
Holy jumping Jesus in Hell...
Try as he might, Aznimal just couldn't remember when he met Æana in the bar. After he got to a certain point his memory faded out and faded back in about... Aznimal squinted his eyes a little. He faintly remembered his head landing on a pillow just seconds before it blanked out again and he woke up. That didn't help...
Aznimal's imagination didn't help either, it immediately began trying to figure out how those drinks were bought. It's little scenario went something like this:
Aznimal, sitting in the bar with a literal mountain of empty glasses seperating his stool from the one on his right was downing drinks in manner that would remind one of an assembly line. Glass was set down, glass was filled, Aznimal drank, Aznimal tossed glass onto mountain, Aznimal paid barkeep, rinse, repeat.
Then Æana came into the bar, shining and happy and innocent and took the seat next to his. She looked a bit lost, confused, out of place one might say.
Aznimal turned to look at her when she sat down, clouds of alcohol vapor drifting out of his nose as he breathed, and his eyes glowed red for no particular reason.
Aznimal: Can I buy you a drink little girl?
Æana: I dunno, I guess you can, if you want to, I dunno...
Aznimal: *big evil feral grin* Excellent.
Æana: I think I'll get a soda, I like Iffybell's Cream-Yum...
Aznimal: Iffybell's Cream Yum? I don't know if you've noticed sweetheart, but you're in a bar.
Æana: That's right... darn... I think I'll get a... gee I dunno anything about drinks I'll get something with alcohol!
Aznimal: *big evil feral grin 2.0 ultimized* Ex-cel-lenté.
Aznimal's eyes were quite wide after that little scenario played through his head. Æana's behavior seemed a bit exagerrated, but it was possible that he'd gotten her to buy something that would get her drunk. Or something equally terrible. "Oh shit, I'm fucked," he squeaked.