Camille walked into the bar and seated herself. "White Russian," she said to the bartender.

I sit down next to Camille and order a Scorpion."I shouldn't drink so much this time." I chuckled. "I was a little drunk when I went on my killing spree."

Camille laughed lightly. "That also might be the cause of it. But, yes, do take it easy with the drinks."

"I will now that I'm not angry or lonely." I grinned.

Camille smirked and took a drink of her White Russian. "That was impressive that you could drink like that though," she said chuckling.

"I haven't drunk that much in a long time. I'm surprised I don't have a hang over."

Camille nodded in consideration. "That is strange. But I suppose that isn't a bad thing that you are not hungover. But I am happy to say my Tequila days are over," she said, sipping her drink.

"I never did like tequila much. So what happened with your tequila days?"

Camille smirked. "I was young and it got out of hand. Erik got me out of the partying and got me sober again. But it's been along time," she said, eyeing the liquor carefully.

"Well, everyone does that at least once when they are young. Unless of course that person is too much of a goody-goody."

Camille grinned. "Nobody likes them, of course. Well, at least I don't," she said, sipping her drink.

"It's all good fun until you grow up and realize life isn't all fun and games." I drank my scorpion.

Camille ran her finger around the edge of her class. "Too true. But that was about the only fun I had so far. I suppose being an alcoholic isn't a good highlight in one's life, but at least I had a good time," she said drinking what was left of her White Russian.

"That is true. It never is good to be an alcoholic." I said more to myself. Then I shook my head. "At least with me you will have a good time." I grinned.

Camille smiled back. "Oh really? I never would have thought you were one for drinking, but after seeing you the other day, I was wrong."