"Rough... you'll find out soon enough..."<br/><br/>Tri could feel the drunken stupor slowly veiling her thoughts and vision, it was almost like backing a wild beast into a corner, you never know what they may do.  There came the first expression change in a while since they came together. The slight joking tone wasn't a lost on her part, but Tri was far from the joking kind. Her silver hues seemed to shimmer and simmer as she looked at him.<br/><br/>"Only the weak remain dead... what was your excuse..."<br/><br/>Tri let it trail, surly his stupidity didn't keep him from understanding the remains of the statement.  Her attention went back down to her half way finished glass, giving her incentive to draw the glass back up to her lips. Parting the slender forms to rest on the rim where her mouth and throat worked to consume the remaining contents. Once the remain of the drink was finished, she would return it back to the counter top and slid Gahleon a glance before standing up.<br/><br/>"You tell me..."<br/><br/>It was a subject she didn't feel the need to go into detail about, so now she stood from her stool and stumbled slightly. The only saving grace she had was her hand reaching to the counter top where she held on for dear life. No matter how drunk she may have been, she had no intention of staying any longer in his company. Just because they had past history didn't mean they would become the bestest of friends....<br/><br/>"Good bye..."