"Ugh..."

"Completely an alcoholic addict... no, more like a blood addict... Damn, I don’t even know what word I just came up with. Hey! Walk by yourself!"

"I think we've drunk almost 1 liter combined, which is like finishing a bottle of top-shelf liquor with an alcohol content over 40% if we were human, right? At that point, you'd barely be able to walk."

"Seriously, it's driving me crazy."

"Nooo, I didn’t do anything like that..."

Race wasn’t drunk on alcohol... but on blood.

Blood, not properly wiped off her mouth, mixed with her saliva and dripped from her lips, and as she stumbled, half-supported, making her way back to the Alpha-level mutant quarters, there was a distinct smell of blood. Ugh, the stench.