Well, it was inevitable. Thorn had returned, wearing her usual black corset and pinstriped pants. Her hair was actually down today, and slightly wavey, but that was because when she woke up in a hotel room and decided to go back to the Sanctuary, she didn't feel like putting up her hair, so she left it natural, which looked like she used Panteine or some other form of hair shine shampoo.

Her breath smelled of Newports and her flask sported her Smirnoff. After she walked through the doors, she looked around for a moment then proceeded towards the door. She had been feeling slightly odd since her surgery performed by Eris. At least her thorns were titanium-tipped, but she was in her final stages of recovery and they did not exactly hug her.

Thorn stopped dead in her tracks when another spoke. She turned to see who it was. Ah, this Jupiter character. She did indeed recognize him, her fellow alcoholic. Her green eyes surveilled the large red mutant and she ended her analyzation with a smirk. "I see you're doing well."

Why had she been gone? The plan? Of course, the plan. "Got in some trouble with the cops, I needed to stay low for a bit and since this place still has a little bit of news coverage, I couldn't risk it. However, I came to the conclusion that any police force that would send their men into our homes deserved what they have coming, so I figured they wouldn't dare if they realized how many criminals and convicts we house here."

"Ah, but the thrill of showing a few punks that their small knives are no match for mutants with power issues would have been much more amusing than sitting in a hotel room, watching Nip/Tuck reruns and drinking yourself to sleep. Might I add that the drinking part was in no way, regretful, just lonely as no one was there to share these hiding nights with." An odd thing to say, she needed to correct it. "Which, generally is the way that I prefer it, however, it is more interesting to drown myself in a good bottle of Captain Morgans when another is with me so I don't end up talking to the television."

With the mention of setting up shots, she immediately forgot what she was planning on doing and smirk with curiousity. "Now that, is the best damn idea that I have heard since someone told me to take a sip of Jose Cuervos when I was younger."

Thorn smiled at his remarks toward the alcoholic drinks. It was good to hear another speak of alcoholic brands as if they were their good friends. Made her feel as though she wasn't as odd as all of the prudent people made her out to be. "Jose and I have history, but no chemistry. And I have yet to try any of those. I am one to just wave for the bartender to give me anything. If I am to run into something that tastes as good as those names sound, I would not forget the name of them." With that, she followed his motion and walked next to him as he stopped by his room. A smirk playing across her face the entire time.

Thorn smiled. "Well, I would usually be inclined to suggest the kitchen, however, for some reason, I think it best if the..." She searched for a word while biting her lower lip. "more alcoholically prude residents would not walk in on my drunken rants. So, might I suggest my room? It is plain and simple seeing as though I have not been home in quite some time." It was then that she realized that her thorny plants had probably died, but it did not matter to her, they were merely plants.

"If you're up to it, my room is just down here a few more doors." With that, she began to walk towards her room. Do you know the feeling you get when you know you are about to eat something sour, like a war head or sour skittles? It seems almost like you can taste the sourness before you even lick it, Thorn has nearly the same reaction with alcohol and her taste buds were warming up for the delicate taste of alcohol.

Thorn entered her room and sat down on her bed as she watched him set everything up. She took off her shoes because they were bugging her, she then wiped her hands on a wet rag, yes, feet disgust her, and sat back down, watching him as he made her poison. When she saw that he had finished, she stood up and sat across from him on the small table before grabbing the shot glass delicately. She gently pulled it to her lips and nodded before smelling it. Ah, it smelled so good. The smell of alcohol alone could set her off. She gently placed it on her lips, leaned her head back, and took the shot. Her eyes widened as she tasted it burning down her throat. With a large smirk, she looked back at him, set down the first glass and moved to the second one without hesitation. She scooted the glasses towards him, eyes concentrated on his figure as if she had passed him flowers.

Then, she spoke, feeling the alcohol gently enter her bloodstream and send a minute shock of warmth through her veins. The size of it didn't matter, so long as it was there, that was what mattered. "Where'd you learn to be a bartender?" She was not one herself, she didn't mix any drinks, she left that up to the bartender and when she wasn't at a bar, she just took shots of vodka or some other form of straight up alcohol. No mixtures, no mess, but she liked his mixtures, tasted like she was at a bar, except not so many drunken, hormone-wild guys trying to get with her and that was a good experience. Get the bar experience without the sweat.

"I'm sorry, the web?" She asked. Since Thorn rarely was near computers, it did not immediately register to her that the web was the same as the internet. "Oh, oh, never mind, sorry. You mean the internet?" She grabbed her collar bone and let out a small laugh before downing the next one. "Sorry, as you may be able to tell, I was not one to settle down enough to actually get internet service."

With care, she lifted the next shot glass and immediately slid the sweet poison down her throat, inviting her into a world of happiness and warmth. She put down the glass and looked back up at him, feeling the alcohol rush through her veins and warm up her thorny body. "Well, I'm from where ever I wish to be from. Honestly, I'm done with gangs, I'm finished with cops, I'm through with hiding. The media has given me the name Thorn and it shall stick. I'm not Pru, what mother would name her daughter Prudence? That's just asking for an ironic outcome where the daughter goes crazy and turns into the complete opposite of prudent? Or Roxanna. I only called myself that because it sounded...don't laugh." He would probably laugh, "...it sounded foxy and sexy. Given the name of Prudence for being prude, name yourself Roxanna to come across as anything but prude, and end up being called what everyone else calls you... Life is odd." Whoo, the alcohol had possibly nudged her into saying a bit more than what was necessary. She wasn't a lightweight, no, she hadn't been for a while. "So where do you call home?"

Thorn laughed as he stated that Roxanna was a fitting name for the anything-but-prude woman. "Why, thank you. Good to know I chose the right name. Also glad to know that you think it's a good name as well." She smiled before taking her next two shots. "My limit? Not sure. When I was younger, I was a lightweight, but I think that since my mutation has gotten stronger, than my limit is higher than fourth-shot-pass out. I think I'm at around 12 before I share the reminants of my past meal. We're about half way there and I feel the warm alcohol running through my veins and I might possibily be about 5 angles off in my walking, but I'm not sure." She stated as she passed her glasses back for more.