Charles nodded with her words about the other girls. He wished he could empathize but the extent of his romantic adventures typically ended with an empty bottle, blurry vision, and some knickers in his bed. No face, usually. Or name. Hair colour? Who even knew.
Her next words however, caused an audible laugh to escape his lips. That was exactly the kind of wit he’d seen coming out of his mothers mouth on occasion but never from a girl like this. It actually had brightened his mood a little and as quickly as they came, all thoughts of the other man and what he could have done had subsided. It was drunken arguments. Oh, those were always fun.
Especially with his brother, Charles mused.
“I’ve said similar to my brother,” He nodded, “Sad thing is, he agreed with me.” Charles sighed and looked to the floor, his hands now picking at his clothes.
“So I punched him.”
His gaze then turned back to Emmeline, “Never said it again, though. But you’ll be fine. Alcohol makes people say things they don’t mean. And feel things, too. I should know.”
Her next words however, caused an audible laugh to escape his lips. That was exactly the kind of wit he’d seen coming out of his mothers mouth on occasion but never from a girl like this. It actually had brightened his mood a little and as quickly as they came, all thoughts of the other man and what he could have done had subsided. It was drunken arguments. Oh, those were always fun.
Especially with his brother, Charles mused.
“I’ve said similar to my brother,” He nodded, “Sad thing is, he agreed with me.” Charles sighed and looked to the floor, his hands now picking at his clothes.
“So I punched him.”
His gaze then turned back to Emmeline, “Never said it again, though. But you’ll be fine. Alcohol makes people say things they don’t mean. And feel things, too. I should know.”