"Neither is stealing money, I mean I stole it first but still, you taking it is still stealing. Like if I took candy from a baby, then you took that candy, you still have candy that belongs to the baby. You know?" I take a deep sigh, "Is there any alcohol here?"
(sorry doing one message an hour for the looks of it haha.)
Marco went into the kitchen. He found nothing but sparkling water, then leaned on the door frame. "Shit, Althea. You have to be kidding me. When I want alcohol it's there. You got nothin." Marco creates an icy cigarette and tries to smoke, nothing happens.
Althea stammered out, "Sorry. I'm not- I mean, don't- I'm not that much of a drinker."
Marco frowns, "you got anything at all?"
She nods. "In the living room, there should be a bottle Glenfiddich."
Marco staggers to the living room. He saw the glass bottle on a side table. "Jackpot!" He grabs the bottle and walks, victoriously into the dining room.
(Anyone Alive?)
(Helloo (echo) (echo) (echo) )
(Sorry, last min assignment work haha)
I watch Marco stagger around the room, grabbing the bottle. "You want ice with that?" I smile tiredly, "What is Glenfiddich anyway?"
"It's a whiskey brand," she explained to Alastair.
Marco pops the bottle open and grabs three glasses from the kitchen. "Hey, Althea. Want some?"
"No I ca- I'm good." she corrected hastily.
I stare at Althea for a moment. Alcoholism isn't rare amongst police… Shit, I can't say anything with my past. "You okay with us drinking?"
She nods vigorously. "Go ahead and enjoy it. Just don't take too much, it's Maia's."
Marco shrugs and pours the whiskey into the three glasses anyway. He leaves the bottle on the counter and carries the glasses into the dining room. "Here ya go," Marco says when handing a glass to Alastair. He walks over to the table and sits down across from Althea.
Althea watches Marco walk up and sit across from her. She sorts through her mind and calms her jumpiness. "Is it good? I've had it a while now."
Maro takes a sip. "It's good. Not the best, though." He suddenly realizes that she's never had alcohol before.
Althea stares warily at the amber liquid sloshing around his glass. "Well it's the best you're getting right now;" she shrugs.
Marco places his hand on the table then freezes it. He slides the other glass towards Althea. Marco takes his hand off the table and the ice was gone. "I dare you to drink that." He says.
Althea glares at the glass, then Marco. "I'm good."
Marco sighs, "I'm not gonna stop bothering you."
"Why?" she groans.
"Because you're not allowed to have alcohol." Marco smirked
"Leave her alone Marco, I'm still trying to process this and you freezing - anything - is not helping" I shakily tap my finger on the rim. It's been a long time since I've had alcohol. Fuck it. I grab the glass and drink until my breath is all that is left. I place it back on the table and hug my legs again.
"No thanks, I'm good."