[Sadrain]

December 12th, Chicago. Sewers near Base. 4AM.

"You old oaf, you!" Aiolia hissed and gave him a sound kick on his rear end. Using the fact he was drunk and half passed out, she struggled for a moment and then managed to retrieve the bottle which she dropped without ceremony, leaving the content unusable, spilled on the concrete floor.

She crouched in front of him, glaring. "I have no idea why I am friends with you, you dumbass." Standing up, she grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up. "This isn't Amante I know, and just because someone lingers near a chick you like! You have no sense and no brains now, making me and Elek worry for you so." Aiolia pulled harder, but then gave up, for a moment. "Get a grip o your self, man! Drinking your self senseless, again! Whatever the fuck happened, is it worth giving up all you withstood for so long and sink to the bottom of a bottle?" Aiolia was brimming with anger, quite clearly - it hurt to see Amante so, for whatever was the reason. To see him give up on things one by one made her wish to punch some sense in the man. Instead, she attempted to get him up one more time.