[ oh goddammit, guess who's making a frustrated noise the second Charlie pulls away? Guess who's trying to follow after him, at least until he talks. ]
Yeah, I'm fine.
] Because he feels so fucking drunk on whatever this stupid, wonderful, lovely feeling is, enough so that it's dulling all the little aches and bruises, numbing all the little sharp twinges of pain from the cuts and nicks on his face and hands.
He'll feel it all soon enough, but right now he just doesn't care.
It occurs to him then, though, that he'd gotten in a couple good hits on Charlie, that the bouncers weren't exactly gentle when they'd gotten kicked out. So-- ]
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Yeah, I'm fine.
] Because he feels so fucking drunk on whatever this stupid, wonderful, lovely feeling is, enough so that it's dulling all the little aches and bruises, numbing all the little sharp twinges of pain from the cuts and nicks on his face and hands.
He'll feel it all soon enough, but right now he just doesn't care.
It occurs to him then, though, that he'd gotten in a couple good hits on Charlie, that the bouncers weren't exactly gentle when they'd gotten kicked out. So-- ]
I didn't-- what about you? You alright?