She drank that cocktail like it was the elixir of life, and I handed her my unopened can and grabbed myself another. When she downed that one, I raised my eyebrow in disbelief.
"I'm not aiding your descent into alcoholism," I chided, cracking the can and downing it in one go.
"Oh, you're fraying at the edges, too," Christa laughed, her bright eyes sparkling and wide.
More erratic.
"Kind of, yeah. Haha. It turns out that we're all going to be running from zombies in the next nine months, and we're developing powers to combat it," I replied, not beating around the bush and laying out the whole truth to her.
Chista is a lawyer, so she bases many of her beliefs on logic and facts, but she's also very good at spotting a lie. I would bet my life that she'd be a human lie detector if she developed powers.
