<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">On the Rocks</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/siPDgO7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>April 15th, 2021, 7:30 AM~<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Albion's Flat<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>A new, groggy day... With complications<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, partially loose, minus tie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Part of him hoped... Maybe Nerissa wasn't too mad with him. It sounded like he'd been a downright scumbag the prior night to Nerissa, but only he could blame himself for drinking himself so deep. No doubt even Gilliam probably didn't expect him to let it happen... But then, maybe Gilliam hoped Nerissa would help him. Normally it was Gil who would direct his company to him, and he knew Nerissa... At this point, he couldn't be surprised if Gil had enabled this whole situation thinking it would be a positive influence on his life.<br/><br/><em>'Instead I probably just forced my friend to carry kids, thanks old man...'</em>He groused with a sardonic tone in his mind. There was nothing about this situation that had been 'for the best' except that it helped keep the males' head on straight and realize he was no longer just living for himself anymore while struggling to find the reasons to be around. Seeing Nerissa turn around and snuggle against him gently... He had much to apologize for, but he was at least happy the girl did not seem terribly vexed with him.<br/><br/>... Which probably had much to do with the fact that everything appeared to be a lie. It was Albion's turn to sit there with an unreadable expression as he listened to her tale unfold. It did appear that he was drunk beyond belief, and his hands were responsible for a great deal of mischief, but everything that went on within the comfort of his home did not play out in vivid detail as Nerissa implied. The more the story went on the more empty Albion's expression became, even after she admitted it was wrong to lie... And her idea to fox everything was to let him have sex with her until she was pregnant!?<br/><br/>... Good idea!<br/><br/>"So... I didn't rape you, I didn't make a mess out of you, I don't have kids on the way, and... I<em>can</em>have as much sex with you as I want until you have my children, all because you want me to stop thinking about suicide? ... You're seriously thinking that I'll forgive you for that?" He sighed... Before he grinned. "Hell<em>yes</em>I will! Just let me freshen up some, get ready, and today I'm gonna unload three years worth of pent up need for-" He started, fooling her into thinking all was well, while he secretly grabbed a pillow and swung it around to impact with her face in soft and fluffy fury.<br/><br/>"You dumb fox, did you<em>really</em>think spreading your legs and basically renting your womb out to me was going to forgive you for lying like that? Did you think I wanted you to make yourself a slut for me just to keep me around? ... You talk about my lack of respect for my own life, but that's a pretty blatant show of disrespect for yours, Nerissa." Albion narrowed his eyes, before he sighed and shook his head. He looked to the night table, spying the painkillers and the glass of water, before he ingested two with a sip of the glass. Clearing his throat, he moved to the bed and sat down on it, leaning Nerissa on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Once upon a time, you lied to me about linking your life to mine to keep me from trying to have you kill me. Now you lied about linking my genealogy with yours in an effort to keep me around... You... Truly care about me too much that you would give me your life so easy just to ensure I stay." Contrasting the annoyance he felt with the vixen, he guided his free hand to her head to pet her gently, knowing she only lied to discern the truth from him, and in knowing it, try to keep him from expiring early.<br/><br/>"I respect your conviction but not your methods... But I suppose I can't blame you, you are a Demon of Calder... Very well, let's say you hold my life in your hands once more. You remember the apple on my head? ... Rest assured, you won't need to do that again, but now it's time to answer some questions." He nodded, hefting Nerissa up and pulling her into his lap facing him as he laid down on the bed.<br/><br/>"This time, I want you to approach me with the truth... Depending on how satisfactory I find your answers determines what I'll tell you at the end of this. First off... You said you wanted to understand what was going on in my head, but you weren't prepared to hear it. I wager you meant just the bedroom, but... My entire time in the diner is very nearly a blank. So tell me... What did I unveil to you?"