Today's Lessons

[old_but_cute]

Love is an illusion.

No one means what they say.

Chivalry is dead.

Any questions?

Comments

[the_corsair]

You're just figuring this out?

[old_but_cute]

*sips his Scotch*

No. Just decided to share 5000 years worth of wisdom in small doses.

[the_corsair]

Excellent.

[old_but_cute]

I thought so. *drunken smirk*

[the_corsair]

*eyes him*

[old_but_cute]

What?

*drains the glass and pours another*

[the_corsair]

Any particular reason you're attempting to drink yourself into oblivion?

[old_but_cute]

*blank expression*

There has to be a particular reason?

[the_corsair]

*shrugs*

There doesn't have to be. Sometimes there is.

[old_but_cute]

*shrugs in return and drinks more, changing the subject*

How are your travels?

[the_corsair]

Fascinating. Almost worth being clean and sober for. *unclear whether he's being sarcastic or not*

[old_but_cute]

*snort of amusement*

Sober is overrated. But I applaud your tenacity. Well done.

*claps hands slowly, only missing a couple of times*

You'll have to write it all down. Unless you'll tell me stories in person someday.

[the_corsair]

*narrowed eyes, curls in on himself just a bit*

It's not...As you say.

*shrugs, looks away*

I am writing it down. Writing again.

[old_but_cute]

*for a moment, his eyes clear*

I'm glad. Truly, Byron.

*then the mask falls again and he takes another drink*

Well, if it's written, you won't have to come all the way here to tell me, will you?

[the_corsair]

*blank look*

Of course.

*shrugs slightly*

It isn't the same thing. I would ... want to tell you in person.

[old_but_cute]

*closes his eyes*

I want to hear it all. Every detail, from your lips.

*finishes the glass and switches to drinking from the bottle*

It's best you stay gone. I'm not fit company.