thequarrelsome:

“ In a way both are true I guess. “

Without further ado he handed Layne the water skin filled with moonshine.

“ Pace yourself otherwise you’ll throw all of it up in minutes… “

“ Ah know how t’manage my drinks. ”

His already lazy accent only seemed to grow worse the second he got drunk. And boy did he love the drinks Lambert concocted. The skin was taken, he shuffled in his seat, and then took a swig. The burn slithering down his throat was welcoming.

“ Not thrown up ‘cause f’one fer years. ”