<span style="color: #FF0000">Ross nodded towards Melanie. "Bastard barely scratches the surface," he responded, making a sputtering noise with his lips. "How does a man like that even have a wife? I've half a mind to think he was making it all up. Did he end up bothering you too, or what? Hope you gave him another boot lickin'." He was grinning now.<br/><br/>His focus shifted onto Eleanor as she meant to pass him the bottle. He narrowed his eyes at her before grudgingly accepting the bottle and taking a long drink. He wiped his lips with his sleeve, looked up into the sky, acting plaintive, as he listened to Scarlet join in on the teasing. He passed the bottle over to Melanie.<br/><br/>"Of all the people in the sea, I never thought it'd be you lasses objectifying me. I know I'm pretty, but come now, I'm not just a piece of meat for people to be getting hurt over my face." He looked over to Scarlet as she handed him the last of what was left in one of the bottles, then finished it in one quick swig.<br/><br/>"Truth be told," he went on, his voice adopting a more serious tone. "You're all-" he belched. "A lot prettier than me..." his voice trailed off as he went into a small hiccuping fit. "Excuse me," he said. "Might've lost track of how much I've had to drink. Anywho, I'll be back soon."<br/><br/>He gave Eleanor a playful shove as he walked past her, moving with a jovial nature, but noticeably less balanced than he normally was. He gave one look back at Scarlet before he turned the corner and announced, "You're goddamm right. I'm not spending any more time hiding in a dark dank alley. I'm having some more fun before I pass out."</span>