mentally sick

"This is good stuff," I whispered while bringing the glass of wine against my lips and taking a quick sip of it. The last time I had drank anything was a couple months ago, when I was in a bar, bored of killing people in the Cade's pack. That drink was merely out of boredom and nothing more. This one was a reward. "Do you want some?" I offered to Leander as he leaned over the counter, his one hand resting underneath his body while the other one was under his chin. He gawked at me as if I was drinking someone's blood and not wine. "Sydney is downstairs..." He trailed off, reminding me. I rolled my eyes and groaned, "So what?" The words continued to hover me in the silence. I turned to face him and continued, "I'm not going to bother with her but once I go there don't expect me to have any sympathy for her." "I'm not even expecting." He shook his head and then took the other glass of wine from the table. We stared at each other for a second before clinking our drinks together and cheerin