“WHAT???
ME??? D R U N K ???
In— h i c—- possible..!”[ He’s a dirty, filthy liar. ]
It’s evident in his tone,
his posture,
the way his tie is crooked and the hat that is usually cocked so charmingly is thrown on carelessly,
lilted in an unusual way–“You're l y i n g…! Hah!”
“I’m sorry for lying Skulduggery.
But I just don’t want such a dear friend of mine; being
drunk and getting himself into fights- because that
would result in me getting into fights, and a broken
nose would not be appreciated.”
She’s not even going to bother arguing with him,
instead she’s going to remain hopeful that he is drunk
enough to not notice the missing gun and car keys
that she managed to get off of him when he was up
at the bar.
“Besides, I know my best friend would never get
drunk because that would mean that I would have to
drive the Bentley home, and I’m sure he wouldn’t
want that.”