[The second bottle will have to last the rest of the night, but it should be fine. Alucard's pretty sure that he should slow himself down some. Right now is perfect anyway - the room lags just a little behind when he tilts his head, and there's a warm glow at the bottom of his stomach. Absolutely ideal. Nothing left to do but brace his back against the podium and stretch his legs out a bit.]

Al is definitely better. Ad is terrible, I'm 90% sure Umbral Highness was one of my father's actual titles and I don't even know how to react to the last one. Doesn't work, that's all I'll say.

[We are not at the year of our Mel Brooks, alas.]

Good. Because it's this or going out into the desert to howl as a wolf or to hunt something. [They're both drunk. He's been sitting on this for a while. Fuck it.] There's part of me that's still...just so angry about everything. And that's the only release, visiting violence on some rabbit or other desert creature and just eating it raw.