Birkin smirked down at his fellow scientist. "I suddenly understand how you managed to get those scars." He stepped over Stein and into his house. Get in, get drunk, get out without stitches. That was the plan and he wanted it to stay that way. As he eyes adjusted to the darkness, Birkin couldn't help but notice that everything in the house was covered in stitches. He shuttered involuntarily before clearing his throat softly and turning back to Stein.
"So, what did you manage to steal from your friend's liquor cabinet?" He half-hoped it was something weak. But then, maybe strong would be better so he wouldn't feel the incision. Tough call.
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Date: 2009-06-18 04:21 am (UTC)"So, what did you manage to steal from your friend's liquor cabinet?" He half-hoped it was something weak. But then, maybe strong would be better so he wouldn't feel the incision. Tough call.