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weareallnegan (weareallnegan) wrote,

Negan grinned when she finally took the Scotch from him, and was even more pleased (although, admittedly not surprised) at how easily she drank it. Badass women tended to be entirely badass, not just selectively. Plus, that meant he'd be getting some answers that didn't have to do with the hotel. Not that he wouldn't want those at some point, but he didn't need them right now. The first week would be spent relaxing and enjoying the nice things there before he had to worry about the bad shit.

"Believe me when I tell you, I'm not fucking concerned about whatever surprises this rabbit hole's got hiding," he said. He didn't startle easily, and anything would be better than the same old shit. The promise of her brother showing up didn't concern him. If anything, it would make things more fun. It did, however, stop him from pouring himself another drink. He was at just the right level of drunk at the moment, where he could be stupid and enjoy himself, but get his shit together if he needed to. If her brother came equipped with weapons like hers, he didn't want to be falling off his stool.

He knew he should get more information about the hotel. If it was bad enough for her to be making such a big deal out of, maybe it was bad. "Fine. We'll kill two birds with one stone," he said, and shrugged. "What's your name, and what's the worst thing this hotel's ever fucked you over with?" He was nothing if not direct.