{ meme } âThatâs your brain cells popping.â--imperfcctus
Itâs almost once theyâre through their second glasses that a couple of punks seem to have decided to start a fight down on the streets below his newest little hideout. He hadnât trusted Weskerâs invitation enough to meet him at his own suggested placeâ hadnât trusted much about him, really, but Jake had ended up here anyway, a third into an almost unbearably new bottle of quince rakija.âThey have to go at it right here? Theyâre so loud.â
âThatâs your brain cells popping.âÂ
Against his better judgement, Jake had decided to go glass for glass with his âguestâ, and was growing to regret it with the alcohol still having no perceptible effect on Wesker. He grouses, his lips wrapped around the lukewarm glass to finish the last dregs of the moonshine, before slamming it onto the table. Even with all the countermeasures heâd set up ahead of time, thereâs no denying he feels vulnerable.âIf youâve got a point, get to it. I donât like drawing these things out.â
