New Entry; Hangover
... I feel like a complete heel.
I was teasing Z. about getting drunk last night. It was the usual stuff you tell someone when they can't remember; "You should see the bite marks," "Yeah, but the other one looks worse," "What, you don't remember stripping and streaking the Bazaar?" That sort of thing.
It was fun, right up until the point where she started crying. Crying. I didn't think she was even capable! I felt terrible. Hell, I still feel terrible. I should probably do something to make it up to her.
... I still can't get over the fact that underneath all of that iron will and self-control, there's still a part of her that's vulnerable.
Ether, I'm an utter bastard.
I was teasing Z. about getting drunk last night. It was the usual stuff you tell someone when they can't remember; "You should see the bite marks," "Yeah, but the other one looks worse," "What, you don't remember stripping and streaking the Bazaar?" That sort of thing.
It was fun, right up until the point where she started crying. Crying. I didn't think she was even capable! I felt terrible. Hell, I still feel terrible. I should probably do something to make it up to her.
... I still can't get over the fact that underneath all of that iron will and self-control, there's still a part of her that's vulnerable.
Ether, I'm an utter bastard.