ooc: your avatar disturbs me
but...strangely...I am not surprised with you
ic:
"How am I the barbarian?" she responded irritably.
"You're the one staggering around drunk. Look at you. A filthy little pig. It's repulsive." She snapped her mouth shut as he drove his point home about being civil or polite. Rude. Her? Rude? Okay...maybe a little. But...at least she wasn't a sloppy looking drunk leaning on the wall for support. Not that she'd never been that way herself... But that didn't matter because he didn't know that.
She stared at him for a moment. It was hard to follow exactly what he was trying to say because he was slurring left and right with the fluid ease of...someone who had consumed way too much fluid. Was he suggesting she just be nice so he'd stick around and talk with her? And he was thinking she'd stop and talk with him...why?
"You have a kid? And you think leaving it alone in the middle of the night and coming home like a drunken sod is a good way to raise a kid?" she demanded incredulously. Not that Iseult knew much on model parents, considering her own were either absent or busy screwing. Still, she liked to think it gave her some authority on what made a
bad parent. Even if it wasn't any of her business.