“A hurricane or just a very violent person?” He retorted with a chuckle.
Chase had taken the bottle from his hands and had hopped up beside him on the counter.
“Nope, no way are you going all Dr. Phil on me, I asked you here to drink, not be my therapist.” Tahno grabbed the bottle before Chase could stop him.
Taking a large gulp from the bottle, he stared at the mess he made. He could just call the cleaning agency to clean it up for him.
“Aren’t you supposed to go all King Kong on me now?” He asked as his brow rose. “I mean, I just wasted perfectly good whiskey.”
Chase was seriously thinking of giving Tahno a good punch in the arm for throwing an apparent fit and not just giving the whiskey to Chase to prevent him from making a mess of it, but it seemed like he’d had a good reason to. Chase simply shook his head. “It’s just whiskey man.” Chase mentally berated himself for that total lie. “I’ve brought more anyways.” He shrugged his shoulders, leaning over and snatching the bottle back from Tahno. “I don’t want to play Dr. Phil man, but you should probably take your problems out on me, not the poor alcohol, what did it ever do to you?” Chase took a sip from the bottle and let out a satisfied ‘ahh’ from it. The burning it left in his throat was warm and he could feel his cheeks get a bit hot from it. He took a few more swigs before Tahno was able to grab it back. “Look man, take it from me, holding in what’s getting to you is just going to make it worse. Right now you’re chucking bottles, but what next?”
He elbowed Tahno and gave him a smile, which he quickly returned to a neutral expression. Why was he even being nice to Tahno? Aside from the fact that Tahno was offering him booze…