“Yeah, not when hanging out with me, honey. Besides, if you were wearing a polo shirt, I might offer you a tiki torch to go with it. Here put these on,” he chattered, tossing a gauzy top and faux snake skin pants at him.
“As far as I can tell, some kinds of liquor get stronger with age, so maybe people like the older stuff because it gets them more wasted?” Dominic shrugged, seeing that as a good enough reason for him at least. “Cain says it makes it taste better too, but I drink it too quick to tell the difference anyway.”
“And the stronger the alcohol is, the more it tastes like paint thinner to me,” he countered, shrugging a little. He didn’t much like the taste of booze to start with, but it dulled things, gave the world a nice hazy edge.
Well, I was going to be on but I have to go with my auntie to take my cousin’s baby (okay, he’s a year old, but Eric is always just gonna be baby to me) to the emergency room. Will let you guys know what’s going on with baby when I can
