He watched the hunter out of the corner of his eyes and he had to admit, it was an interesting show. The way she watched the bartender with such intensity...it was like her very life depended on the shot he was pouring. He had to wonder if she was an addict, or just had that bad of a night. It was none of his business either way, he reminded himself. He could definitely be labeled an alcoholic himself with the way he'd been shutting down the bars of Sacrosanct just about every night, drinking himself to oblivion. It wasn't achieving anything, either. Just giving him a way to pass the time, really. He tried to send her packing with his pitiful excuse about being bad news but it seemed the dark hunter was more stubborn than he gave her credit for. She assured him he may be bad news, but not hers. Despite himself, Christian scoffed and took another swallow of his drink. Only thend id he turn his gaze back to her. "Oh yeah? And how do you know that? The night's only just begun." His lips quirked a little as he went back to staring ahead, figuring she might give up sooner rather than later. At the sigh, he lifted a brow, wondering if she'd already surrendered, but then she clanked her glass against his. At her question, he chuckled under his breath. "Sure, why not. Plenty of those to go around." Then he raised his glass. "Bad decisions." Smirking, he downed the glass and tapped it back down on the bar. Deciding he might get her to leave another way, he turned his head a little. "So...got any good ghost stories, dark hunter?" ![]() |