[littl3chocobo]

the spit on his cheek angered him though the accompanying buck reminded him of their current position. he loosened his grip on the man's throat though he tightened the one on his hair. "i wouldn't know you well enough to assume but anyone with eyes would know who i am without a moment's hesitation, drunk or not." he smiled then. "though i spent the night fucking your brains out, it is no wonder there isn't a thought in your head to call your own"