Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 12, 2009 0:05:56 GMT -8
Trevor took the floating flute from the air, taking a sip of the wine and making a slight face at the difference in taste. Both were straightforward, but the texture was different, definitely not complimentary but not entirely dissonant either. Nevertheless, he swallowed but waited a few moments as he listened before taking another sip, this one far longer. This had "bad idea" written all over it, but to be honest, he really didn't care right now. He was too amused by her rambling on about her ideas for the spell modification to really care. He really shouldn't go home now. He'd be sleeping elsewhere anyway, most likely. He couldn't see Evie happy with him, especially not the way he was feeling right now.
He couldn't help but laugh at her apology. Was it the alcohol or the fact that he rarely saw her like this that amused him? Maybe both? Why was he over-thinking this? That self-lecture made him laugh a little more, feeling like a fool by this point, but who cared? It was fun. "Sor--" he began, laughing a little more. His face was feeling warm, but again, he didn't care. However, he managed to regain control for the most part--never mind the goofy, tight-lipped grin he held for a moment while regaining control to keep from laughing--and quickly finished his word. "Sorry."
He glanced at his mostly empty wine glass and smirked a little as he looked at her. "Guess I shouldn't have another," he commented, putting it down. Merlin, sometimes he hated tipsiness. If he let it get to him, he probably seemed very much like a nut, but if he tried, he could control it. He just had to manage that until the urge to laugh at just about anything he saw went away, and for the moment, he couldn't stand, not unless he really wanted to feel it in a not so pleasant way. And between the drinks at the club, the firewhiskey, and the wine, he wouldn't be so happy once he stood or when he woke up in the morning, if not before.
"I just...keep rambling. Like this side of you." He gave her a thumbs up, trying to keep a straight face. Nope. Not laughing. Nope. Not a chance. Merlin's pants, this was difficult! He took a deep breath, holding it and looking at her. Water. Yeah, maybe water was a good idea, but that meant getting up, and if he got up, would he stumble like a fool? Wasn't like Sienna wasn't already rethinking the decision to bring him home, but come on, it had snuck up on him. Maybe he should have eaten something more before leaving the house.
((Meh. =p))