#ch: trigger

"Don't be like that, sweetheart." Trigger remarked with a softer tease to his tone, "You know I think you're the best, no doubt in my mind there." Trigger tilted his head, hands stuffed in pockets casually, "I can make all this up to yous, ya know? Somethin' nice." He chuckled a little, "I'm being serious, no catch. Promise."

Yamato, holding up a bottle: Vodka is cheaper than dinner for two.

Trigger was glad she took his approach gladly instead of being offended at a lighthearted joke, some people were too sensitive nowadays. "Yeah? - well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes." Trigger remarked with a playful gleam in his eyes, "I promise to make it worth your while, or at the very least buy you another."

“Hm, alrite, I’ll take a load off. I appreciate a guy whose willing to own up to his mistakes and make amends, takes balls to do that and that’s hard to come by.” Trigger remarked, lowering his good and ruffling his own short cut hair as if to indicate he was getting more comfortable. “So, what are we drinkin’?” He tilted his head a little glancing at Cam’s empty glass.

"You're fucked, aren't you?" Trigger said, putting both his hands on either sides of Cam's face to look at his eyes, noticing how unfocused and dilated they were. "Fuck sake." Trigger mumbled under his breath, despite the exterior Trigger hated drugs with a burning passion he only indulged in alcohol on the odd occasion. Putting yourself in such a vulnerable state made the hairs on Trigger's arms stand up. Against his best judgement he followed Cam towards the bar, moving past the sea of bodies dancing and singing out their lungs. Trigger's eyes were darting back and fourth between each set of eyes, unsure of who was watching him. He felt as if he had a target on his back being this close to people.

Regardless, Memphis's hair kept falling in front of his face and the obstruction of his features from Trigger's sight was irritating to say the least. So, without even thinking he moved the other's hair out his face. "This was pissin' me right off." The man said as he fixed the other's hair.

"Okay, okay. You got me, sussed me out real good and proper. I'll admit it...I'm a control freak! - Arg, to say it out loud gives me ticker some real relief, y'know? Okay, I'll ring the therapist in the morning so I can start my new life changing journey to recoverin' and...shit. So, you can go now." Trigger's tone tranistioned from mocking jest, sarcastic and animated to serious again in a few seconds.

Tenn: It’s heavy. Must be his hopes and expectations for me.