"Liquid courage," huh? [ Eddie says as he stares at the table of shot glasses. He grabs a blue one with a shrugged shoulder and shoots it back. Bleh, tequila; he's had enough tequila to last him an entire lifetime at this point... He chases the shot with some of that bag of salt it came with. It cuts the taste but... Man he would have done quite a bit to not think about anything having to do with Mexico right about now.
He tries (and fails) to not notice the silence in his head, that for the past while would have been filled with a booming "Eddie!" and some stupid question about human social mores. Or biology. Or why Eddie was feeling the way he was feeling. Or whatever, it didn't fucking matter. Point was he was alone at this weird fucking party with weird fucking alien-looking guys. (Well maybe not alien; no one was especially gooey.) He tosses back another blue shot.
Eddie half turn to look at whoever's behind him. ] Sorry. [ He slurs, before he shoots back a third drink, declaring: ] I'm done.
[ A beat. ] Hey, guy. It might be a good idea to- Ehhh. Stick together, maybe? [ Eddie says as he gestures to the entrance to the maze. ]
Eddie Brock | Sony's Venom
"Liquid courage," huh? [ Eddie says as he stares at the table of shot glasses. He grabs a blue one with a shrugged shoulder and shoots it back. Bleh, tequila; he's had enough tequila to last him an entire lifetime at this point... He chases the shot with some of that bag of salt it came with. It cuts the taste but... Man he would have done quite a bit to not think about anything having to do with Mexico right about now.
He tries (and fails) to not notice the silence in his head, that for the past while would have been filled with a booming "Eddie!" and some stupid question about human social mores. Or biology. Or why Eddie was feeling the way he was feeling. Or whatever, it didn't fucking matter. Point was he was alone at this weird fucking party with weird fucking alien-looking guys. (Well maybe not alien; no one was especially gooey.) He tosses back another blue shot.
Eddie half turn to look at whoever's behind him. ] Sorry. [ He slurs, before he shoots back a third drink, declaring: ] I'm done.
[ A beat. ] Hey, guy. It might be a good idea to- Ehhh. Stick together, maybe? [ Eddie says as he gestures to the entrance to the maze. ]