Wine and a Moan || Closed (@Dio)
Dio rolled his eyes, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Is that so?” he asked, his head reeling. He was fine with taking a break for now, but he wanted more later. He’d just have to take it easy.
"So why’d you guys fight?"
"If you end up a lightweight I’m going to regret ever giving you that first drink I swear to god." Maybe not—maybe Dio would actually be nice while drunk or something. Either way he placed the bottle on the ground by his end of the couch, sipping at his glass slower now.
“‘Cause we kept being rude to each other and I guess it just piled up. ‘Course when he bragged about killing someone I kind of lost it—and then he said I didn’t know what it was like to not know when something happened in my own body…which I’m pretty sure we both know I’m well acquainted with that.” He frowned and stared at his glass again before shrugging going back to downing the liquid in one go again.
"Whatever. It happened and now it’s over."