Snippet #1229791

Conner by this point was nearly brain-dead because he wasn't really doing much with his brain to begin with. All he could really think of doing was either smoking, taking a shower and taking in another drink. But really the only one he could think of that had priority was the shower and so he worked on sitting up properly and alertly for the perfect time to excuse himself from the table so that he could go and do just that.

When Caleb swore he held back a grin and just shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't really matter. "Forget about trying to hold back Cal. Anah and I are sixteen; I started when I was your age. It's nothing to be all ashamed about really. It's just a matter of what your perspective is," he stated. His voice was almost monotone but not exactly because sentimental words like those needed some emotion behind them to back them up. Besides, it wasn't like Conner was an emotionless person because he wasn't and alcohol would agree. Yea he wasn't exactly the most emotional person in the house but he wasn't blank and apathetic; yet anyway.

"Alcohol isn't getting expensive. We're dipping into Anah's bank account to pay for it." He turned his gaze to the bassist with an amused smile on his face. "Which never seems to run out," he added to her with a slight hint of a question.

Then there came some mention about some drummer and Conner took it as his opportunity to stand up and mention in passing that he was going to take a shower and would be at the studio a bit after them. "Anah, you can work me all you want when I get there. Hell even hold me back for however long I'm not there for deal?" But before she could answer he was out of the kitchen and heading towards his room where he would gather his things and get himself in the shower.