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weareallnegan (weareallnegan) wrote,

At least she'd confirmed his suspicions, but that was it. Something about not remembering how he'd gotten there, and seeing nothing but fog when he looked out the windows, told him he was stuck, but she'd hit the nail right on the head. "It is one giant ass motherfucker of an upgrade," he said enthusiastically, before tossing his empty glass over his shoulder and clapping his hands together as it shattered to pieces somewhere behind him. "There's ice cream, there's Scotch," he paused, and smiled at her. "And apparently there are hot women with fancy ass weapons."

Anything beat the hordes of dead assholes he'd been dealing with. They were more pests than anything, at this point, but they'd taken away everything good in the world, or at least most of the good things. Here, Negan had gotten his two favorites within fifteen minutes of waking up.

"This hotel beat the shit out of my old life, pissed on it, and threw it in a dumpster," he said, grabbing another glass, because what kind of civilized person drank out of a bottle, and pouring himself another drink. "No, sorry, it fucked it, then set that shit on fire. It took it to church. My old life's off somewhere, watching from the window, jerking off and crying to itself 'cause it wants me back so bad." Chuckling, he was about to drink from his glass, before he looked over at her.

"Hold on. Where the fuck are my manners?" He sighed dramatically, reaching over the bar to grab yet another glass, and gestured to the stool next to him. "Sit. Let's have some of my Scotch and you can tell me all the rules you guys have that you think I should follow, and I'll pretend I'm listening." He poured her a drink, a rather generous one, and slid the glass over. "And, if you don't mind my cooties, I'll even share my ice cream." With that, he winked at her, and ate another spoonful.