Madness (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

She handed him his much larger tankard, and moved hers to her side of the table before sitting down to eat.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He took gulps from his tankard as he ate, nodding his approval with a full mouth.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She seemed to take that as a challenge, and began chugging the wine to catch up.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He watched her quietly for a moment, "It's going to smack you on your ass." He then made a face, "No...knock...knock you on your ass."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She swallowed it and gasped a bit before sitting back. It was strong, but she wasn’t about to look like a lightweight in front of him. “Easy drinking.” She said as she continued to eat. “Top me off please?” She asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He gave a sceptical sort of face before refilling her wine, "If you're sure."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She nodded and continued to drink with dinner, but decided to slow down a little bit.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He finished his whole tankard and refilled it without so much as a grimace or shudder as he ate.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She made a noise, finding it both endearing and infuriating that he didn’t feel anything from the wine. She finished another tankard and her face was visibly flushed from the alcohol.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I think you should stop." He said, but his tone wasn't rude or condescending. It sounded genuinely concerned.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“I’s not fair..” she said. “Yer not even effected..!” She managed, finally done with her food.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Says who?" He asked, "Did I say specifically that the wine wasn't effecting me?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Yer fine and I’m.. well, I’m not sober.” She said, sipping the last little dregs from her last pour.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I'm not sober either, dear." He told her, "I'm better at hiding it. It is taking so much focus just to look at you right now." He grinned, flashing his large jagged teeth.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Why did she find that attractive? Her face flushed a little more. “I don’ believe you, you’re sober.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I am not." He replied with a sloppy shake of his head.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“I still don’ believe you.” She said. “Ffffinish yer wine.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He grabbed it and gulped the last of it down before putting his tankard down loudly. He snorted a laugh before clearing his throat.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Ok, NOW I b’leef you..” she said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"How is now different than before?" He asked cheekily.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Now we’ve had two glasses.. an’ you gotta feel more after that.. so, it works for me..” she said. “Is.. um..” she hesitated, “is.. the marriage..? Are we.. okay?”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"It should be..." He said, "I think so..."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“I ask b’cause.. well.. I’ve been doin like you said.. talkin’ to your- our.. people.. have y’been.. wanting to come home more..? I’m not.. driving you away..?” She asked. What had gotten into her? She was still feeling the wine at this point, but she just wanted to tell him everything.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"It's been...less cold..." He replied, "While I still don't feel wholly welcome in my own home still...it's less hostile and that is a comfort.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She looked down a bit. “What am I doing wrong..? What can I do..?”