"I suppose, being sad just makes it worse." He finished his second drink. "It's alright, Its not like I could do anything to help them." Yes he was falling for it! He thought.

"So... tell me about yourself." Michael asked trying to test his story. Although, even if he was a liar, who says he wouldn't be good at other things? Then again, who said he was gay?

"I'm a researcher." He lied. "I research the reptiles I own." Which wasnt a lie. "And what about you big guy?" He glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Was he testing his stories?

"I don't have a job... I live off of my inheritance. My mom never spent my dad's insurance money and she never took my name off of hers. I'm lucky for that..." He sneezed, and took another drink, ending his story.

Curious of course, he asked one final question. "How did you dad die exactly?"

"I was pretty young... I don't remember anymore..." he said. "I ought to look into it."

"Well dont look into it if it'll open wounds." He ordered a third drink. "I'm sure that must've been hard, you being young." Really he couldn't relate, and was only saying what people on television said to those who lost parents in their childhood.

"I don't remember him..." He sipped his drink again. "It wasn't all that bad... but... my mother was... abusive..."

That hit Zema. He looked at him. "Abusive?" He had dismissed most memories of his childhood, locking the ones that might matter into his pair of goggles at home. Abusive father... He could relate.

"Yeah... my mom, like I said, was religious, and I being gay... you know... I fucking hate her." He could feel his own eyes glowing with hate.

"Sorry..." He finished his drink and got another. "You shouldn't see me like that."

"Ah, dont worry. One day no one will care about sexual orientation." He looked into his new drink and began to drink it. He could feel himself a bit light-headed. Great, he was becoming drunk.

"I certainly hope so..." He looked at Ethan. "Are you alright?"

"Ah, yes I'm fine." He sighed. "Just might be wiped out in a few minutes." He laughed slightly.

"Well, that's not good. You're not a heavy drinker are you?"

"No," Or at least he didnt think so. He was only drinking to add to the character. Usually it was rare, him and alcohol.