AI: Come Dance with MeAI: Come Dance with Me9 years ago in General More Like This
There was a reason Knives didn't like alcohol. It spread like blood in his veins, making his thoughts cloudy and incoherent and he often ended up doing something he would no doubt find embarrassing the next morning. And then there were the hangovers, reason number one why he tried to avoid getting drunk as often as possible, if only because they stabbed the soft innards inside his skull like millions of sharp, pointy needles.
Of course, that didn't mean it never happened.
'I can't believe I did that,' the assassin said hoarsely, his fingers clawing at slippery glass. He made a pained noise in the back of his throat and tilted his head back, sloshing dark red wine down his throat, getting more of the alcohol on his neck that in his mouth. Chase 'hmmed' thoughtfully, his eyes following the trail of red with a hungry expression.
Personally, he thought that the sex had been great, but Knives never moved as fast the morning after, and in this case, where bad luck kicked in on his latest mis