&.Β affiinitiesβ
βyou,β aria confirms, a smirk of satisfaction playing on her lips as he agrees to help her. sensing some reluctance, she stretches a grin in response to his meek smile, as if it might get him to lighten up. βit isnβt too crazy of a job, i promise. if you think you can handle reading some instructions and maybe handing over some pieces every so often, youβll be plenty helpful. to be honest, iβm more interested in your company than anything else. everyone i knowβs busy and i donβt peg you as the type to murder me or loot my apartment, so, i thought youβd work fine.β she tips her head to the side,Β βplus, any companyβs good company when youβre liquored up, right?β instead of double checking that heβs really fine with joining her, she reaches for the elevator button and steps inside, ushering him in with a wave of her hand.Β βwhat do you usually drink?β
βΒ i guess even i can manage that.Β βΒ monty says, though his smile says anything but confidence. heβs unsure whatΒ exactly it is about him that makes him seem like good companyΒ ,Β but heβs glad to take the opportunity to actually talk to someone for once.Β Β βΒ but yeah.Β you can trust meΒ ,Β pinky swear.Β βΒ he waves the finger heβs mentioned playfullyΒ ,Β following her lead into the elevator.Β Β βΒ godΒ , uhΒ ...Β pretty much anything.Β Β beerΒ ,Β vodkaΒ ,Β whateverβs available.Β βΒ he shrugs sheepishly.Β when it comes to alcoholΒ ,Β his drink of choice is usually whatever can get him drunk the quickest.
