I feel like he'd piss her off bad enough that she'd shoot him or something later on))
He gave a slight smile, she was exaggerating but really he could outdrink a few college kids in one night and would barely be not blacking out. "Me too, not just because of the drinking." He spun the bottle in his fingers, letting it rock on the bottom rim. "I don't know how the cabin will handle that." He teased, thinking about his fabulous vehicle. A 1970s dodge charger with about a 6 inch lift, red paint, black canopy and hood. He was staring at his hand in thought, quiet for a moment.

"I'd hope so." Tempe smiled, flopping down on the bed and interlacing her fingers on her stomach. "Well then I'll sit on the hood or stick my wings out the window or something." She said sarcastically, closing her eyes for a moment.

"I would hate to die of liver failure, that would be utterly boring." He watched her, taking another sip. He glanced her up and down. "Could probably put the seat back since I doubt you'll be in need of a seatbelt." He suggested calmly, wondering about her now. Silently.

"It would. I could always fly you up into the clouds and drop you." Tempe suggested sarcastically, opening her eyes and looking over at him again. "That might work. What time is it?" She asked boredly, curling her wings around herself and closing her eyes again.

He glared back at her. "I'm not afraid of heights." He said blankly, unfazed by the threat. "Its around noon, why?" He took another sip, watching her. She looked like a bat doing that with her wings. Slightly wondering if she could hang upside down.

"Then it would be a pretty awesome way to go, no?" She asked lightly. "I'm tired. I don't need to sleep, but I am tired. So the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner I'm not tired. Don't question the logic. Just go with it." She said lightly. She opened her eyes and peeked at him over her wings, tilting her head. "You have a question. What is it?" She asked boredly.

"Depends what I was gonna land on." He crossed his arms, looking at her while he took another sip. "That is logic I've never heard of. You know normal people don't sleep in the middle of the day?" He was mostly wondering how she could be tired if she didn't need sleep. He narrowed his eyes at the question. "I was just," he took another sip, shifting in his seat. "Just wondering if you hang upside down like a bat." He attempted to make eye contact and was failing.

"A chicken coop." Tempe huffed, without a moments hesitation. "Well, I could explain the logic to you, but neither of us would understand." She shrugged, narrowing her eyes at him so they were simply slivers of ice blue seen between the feathers of her wing. "Well, I'm not a normal person, I'm a 'subspecies', remember? And I just came here from somewhere in Europe, so, jetlag much?" She said lightly, tilting her head and smiling at the question. "I hadn't thought of that before. There's only way to find out, though, right?" She asked, sitting up, excited with the prospect of being a bat. She looked around for somewhere to hand from.

"Only if I was impaled by an egg." He said, brandishing his lovely lack of filter. "I would like to hear that logic once you figure it out.." He took a sip of whiskey. "Thats not what I meant by sub-species. Sorry." He apologized blandly. Taking another sip as she looked up at the ceiling. "Theres an overhang outside but I have a feeling you're not one for showing off the feathers." He suggested, a cool tone in his voice. If even he wasn't sure they existed then theres no way a regular person would see.

"Being impaled by an egg sounds epic." Tempe chuckled, stretching. "A conversation for another time. Just remind me when I'm in a good mood and I might just do it." She added lightly, hopping off the bed. "Meh, it's okay. I'm starting to think you're a subspecies of your own." She said sarcastically, walking over and promptly grabbing his bottle. "I think you've had enough hard alcohol for noon." She said calmly, snapping her fingers. The amber liquid within the bottle turned clear at the sound, and she settled it in front of him again lightly. "Just take a break for a little while." She offered before he could speak, in hopes to make him... less angry. She would let him drink again, just not right then. "Psh, I'm an angel. You think I can't hide myself from view?" She asked flatly, almost offended by the question.