( he's highly competitive by nature; it is, in fact, what can get him to do Stupid Things. such as drink more than his initial sip, but in this case, he sets it down and makes a noise of disgust. )

Disgusting. If you're trying to get hammered, why not, but what's the point if you're trying to enjoy yourself? In a shitty, dusty, creepy mansion where everyone ran out on the party.

( at this, he sets down his bottle with more force than's needed, but not enough to be a full slam. there's a fine line here, okay? he drags his fingers through the dust on the counter, lifting them up to see in the light of his headlamp with a grimace. )

Look to see if there's anything else worthwhile, or if it's just the stupid shitty alcohol we were supposed to dare ourselves to handle in here. How the fuck do we get out? I'm so sick of this shit!

( that said, he's making his way toward one side of the room, checking that the chair in the doorway is continuing to hold it open. it is... but it's reassuring to see into the different darkness of the hall.

as much as darkness, darkness, darkness is reassuring in the first place. )