If anything I didn't think you looked drunk enough, given the firewater.

[Not the bottle itself so much as the reasons for it. There's something - unrelaxed about Dorian: not specific enough for Prior to pin it down, but there again in the way he calculates sitting or not. Prior raises his knee with the faintest flinch of discomfort, wrapping arms around to peer at Dorian over the top. Handsome. He'd probably have asked him to sit down either way.]

And in sane places the wilds don't encroach so much on civilization. As much as one can call this place civilized. Personally I think general decency demands sidewalks one can use. But I'm fine, I've just been flower picking.

[He plucks a little yellow bud from his calf and offers it across]

Here. For thinking I might never have done anything risqué