I'm starting to think, again, that I really should stop drinking. The list of…uh, "codenames" I have is proof that while drunk, I DON'T think. At all. I glance back down at my work from last night.
Lucy- Chocolate. That is THE most self-explanatory codename ever.
Nicholas- Ironman. Well he hasn't bitten Lucy yet.
Quinn- Monkey. The less said about his behavior the better.
Connor -Bug. I don't think anyone truly appreciates what he can do with electronics.
Logan- Casanova. Girls are into pirate shirts. Who'da thunk?
Solange- Fox. She's better at sneaking out than Quinn AND Nick. Very impressive.
Duncan- Trigger. Thank God we've never given him a crossbow of his own.
Marcus- Mystic. He needs to learn that some things have no explanation. Like Vampires.
Helena- Angel. Only if you want to die painfully and slowly at her hands.
Liam- Lazybones. All of us "kids" believe that he doesn't sleep.
Hyacinth- Acrobat. Yeah, right. She's iron firm about the proper way to treat women.
Geoffrey- Womanizer. When was the last time he dated? 1915?
London- Sunshine. She's gotten worse since Natasha died, if that's possible.
Kieran- Satan. He's dating my BABY sister. Not cool.
Hunter- Jeweler. She's got my brother wrapped around her finger like a damn ring.
Isabeau- Model. She and Lucy don't give a damn about what others think of their outfits.
Magda- Dove. That girl puts my mother to shame when it comes to violent tendencies.
I grimace, and remember that a few days ago I actually did some codenames while sober. Maybe those will be better than what I just wrote during last night's bender.
Or not, as the case maybe. Drunk or sober, I suck at codenames.
"Sebastian, all of these are shit you wouldn't show to a blind man," I mutter to myself. Great, now I'm acting like Lucy. As in, straight up crazy. Maybe I should leave this espionage stuff to my brothers. They'll at least enjoy creating codenames more than I do.
My codename could probably be "Idiot".
