Christian had been about to protest her saying that she would sleep on the couch, but before he could she asked him if he drank a lot, which stopped him in his tracks. Amber eyes shifted from her to the glass of whiskey he'd then had draped over his knee. He shook the glass momentarily as he thought about that question, the ice within it clinking against the edge of the glass as they swam back and forth in the beverage. "I drink enough.", Christian said, rather bluntly and raised the glass to his lips, taking another sip as a bolt of lightning reached out across the sky behind him, the blue light shimmering across his body in the dim lit room.
The thunder followed, rumbling through the room momentarily, shaking the glass of the sliding glass door as it did causing it to clatter gently. It then died away, but those amber eyes didn't leave the emerald eyes of Katarine's for a moment as all this happened, his haw rippling as he unfolded his legs and reached down to press against each arm rest with both hands, rising from his seat and standing.
"And I will not have a young woman take the couch when there is a bed available.", he said, raising his glass and downing the last of it's contents as he walked past the table and across the room to the bathroom. When he made it to the bathroom he stepped inside for but a moment, reached into the closet and pulled a towel from it, draping it over his shoulder as he turned, walked out, and made his way across the room. Passing Katarine, Christian reached out and plucked the bottle of whiskey from the table she'd been eating at and made his way to the door.
"Get some rest.", he said, reaching out with his free hand, the other holding a bottle of whiskey and a whiskey glass. He grabbed the door and pulled it almost to a close, but before he did he said, "Just call if you need anything."
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Easing the door to a close, Christian stepped out into the living room and set the glass of whiskey on a lamp stand next to the couch. He then took his bottle of whiskey and poured himself a fresh glass, setting the bottle next to it before making his way across the room to a separate sliding glass door that lead to his balcony.
It was there he stood for a time, watching the rain pour down as he unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. Freeing himself from his shirt, one sleeve at a time, Christian discarded across the back of a chair and unbuttoned his pants, taking them down until he was down to his underwear and boots. He removed the boots, one foot at a time, and tossed each respective sock into the boot they'd been in. After that, he stood there for a time, both hands dangling from the ends of the towel around his neck as he watched the rain falling with those amber eyes.
He couldn't help it. He had to see what it was like that night. That was why he slipped the towel from around his neck and draped it across the back of the chair and made his way to the door. Gently and quietly as he could, he slid it open until he could slid through it and stepped out onto the balcony. That's when he sighed, releasing every ounce of tension he had as the first drop of rain struck his hot skin. Like the first, tens, hundreds, thousands of droplets of rain struck him as he slowly waded out into the night stopping only when the railing was met, his elbows coming up to drape across the bar that restricted him from making a surely fatal leap.
It was there he stayed, the rain washing over him and cleansing him of his very sins that moment...
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