Alice was trying to go easy on the moonshine, but if she didn't drink it Eden would, so she was somehow managing to strike a balance so far. In other words, she was about as drunk as Eden was now.
"Yeah?" she asked, after taking a swig from the jar and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "Memory loss, huh? Just how much have we been drinking?" She managed a grin, kicking her feet up with her hands behind her head. It was a nice day.
"Too much," says Eden, without making any particular move to stop. "We've got to have something to do. ITF's only three days a week, the sex is, frankly, woeful and sparse and the cigarettes and bloody terrible."
She looks at the one currently between two fingers. Your people will be my people.
"I haven't gotten laid in..." Alice tried to think. "Five years? Six now, I guess." Damn, that was pathetic. But to be fair, there hadn't been a whole lot of time or opportunity to get her rocks off while running from the undead and Umbrella both.
She had no excuse for not getting any on the island, though, except her anti-social tendencies. The only men she knew were ITF...come to think of it, most of the only anybodies she knew were ITF. Shame, really. Plus any male prostitutes floating around were probably gay.
She took another swig of moonshine and handed the jug over before she downed the rest.
"I got head," replies Eden, "But it isn't the same." She arches an eyebrow and takes the jug back from Alice, holding her cigarette away from her mouth while she takes a swallow.
"I could do with less blokes who profess to be falling in bloody love with me and then forget about it and more who actually make themselves useful. Never mind the ones who got bloody freaked out by that fucking head."
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"Yeah?" she asked, after taking a swig from the jar and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "Memory loss, huh? Just how much have we been drinking?" She managed a grin, kicking her feet up with her hands behind her head. It was a nice day.
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She looks at the one currently between two fingers.
Your people will be my people.
She sniffs loudly.
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She had no excuse for not getting any on the island, though, except her anti-social tendencies. The only men she knew were ITF...come to think of it, most of the only anybodies she knew were ITF. Shame, really. Plus any male prostitutes floating around were probably gay.
She took another swig of moonshine and handed the jug over before she downed the rest.
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"I could do with less blokes who profess to be falling in bloody love with me and then forget about it and more who actually make themselves useful. Never mind the ones who got bloody freaked out by that fucking head."
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