"The intoxicated Josh will get the hell beat out of him, if Ginny ever finds you," Xaver commented casually, pulling up a chair across from him.
He picked up one of the empty bottles, and read it over curiously before setting it back down. Xaver had heard somewhat about mortal drinking, but he'd never tried it himself. It seemed stupid, the whole idea. And supposedly, all of it tasted rancid. Xaver hadn't been around long enough, anyway, to completely understand the way and the why's behind such actions.
Since the death of his little sister Kylie, Xaver had changed dramatically, though he rarely showed it. Right then, though, some of the lingering effects seemed to have literally shadowed his external form. He seemed paler, thinner, and his eyes had lost much of that merry, careless mischief. But still he remained composed, with a light humor and smile.
For his friends, anyway. And for Ginny. For Kylie's memory.
"What happened, Josh?"
