burnt fingers

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[ Milo appears along with a large marble pillar that he's leaning on. He's not in his cloth this time, nor is he in a shirt, obviously not expecting company. He has a large bottle of wine in one hand and is drinking straight from the bottle. ]

...this is one of those moth to the flames thing, isn't it?

[ He takes a long swig. ]

Do I want to know why?

... doesn't matter, just getting a drink. I hope the rest of the crate made it here.

Pretty sick of drinking with Aioria. No violent drunks, please.

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[leschath.livejournal.com]

Really? It's not mine I think it's French.

[takes the bottle and eyes it]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

It's pretty good. Better than what I've got back home.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Life's short, gotta treat yourself sometimes.

[He smirks as if he thought of something funny before taking another long drink from the bottle.]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

That you do. [gets out a bent cigarette, lights up and inhales] We jus' don't have the best out in the boonies.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Well now this place has meaning other than getting to know people that don't matter.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Ain't that a fact.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Cheers to that.

[hands the bottle over after another sip]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Praise th' Lord an' pass the booze! [takes the bottle and has another slug]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow]

The Lord you say? Well to each their own.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

'M a travelin' priest, doin' th' Lord's work. [hands the bottle back and digs in his jacket] I've even got a portable confessional all ready t' go!

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[stares at Wolfwood like he can't believe he's serious before smiling a little, letting his head fall back against his big marble pillar]

I'd confess but to be absolved you have to feel guilt, don't you?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[flashes a broad grin that looked more at home on a used car salesman than a priest]

Not really, you jus' have t' be very sorry!

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[laughs abruptly and waves him off]

Not sorry at all!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Eh, well, it's your soul!

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Murders go to hell, can't change that.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

That they do. Although askin' for forgiveness can go a long ways.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

If I'm going might as well go to the deepest pits I figure.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Can't say I haven't heard that one before.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

There's no point in lounging in the middle, it's gonna suck either way.

[tosses empty bottle aside and watches it roll before reaching for the crate to start a new bottle]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

You never know; believers will be redeemed in the end!

[really doesn't have his heart into the words though]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

You're not really convincing.

[offers bottle good naturedly]

And I'm pagan actually.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[takes the bottle and laughs at himself]

Yeah well, I am outta practice.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

There are better things to practice when you have time.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Oh? Like what would you suggest?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

For me? Sex usually, don't know what priests do.