[ It's choking, that fear, all sorts of tomorrows hang there now, and she is sick of fretting about them. The drink is easier. She mimics, grimace on her face for it, rather choke on this than fate and it's cruel twists. Head going back as she swallows down the rest of the drink. Regrets it almost immediately as it goes down, tipping forward. Leaning into the back of the hand that held the drink as he swallowed down the mouthful. Coughing briefly when she gets it down, sharp inhalation to catch it.
What was that about getting used to this stuff? She clearly hadn't. ] How do they drink this swill?
[ Rasped out through something that might be a laugh. Setting the cup down firmly as she hung her head, shaking it to try and clear her head, before she draws back again to poor another for herself, leaving the bottle close if he wanted one himself. This one she sips a little more carefully. Feeling the burn that she had wanted. ]
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What was that about getting used to this stuff? She clearly hadn't. ] How do they drink this swill?
[ Rasped out through something that might be a laugh. Setting the cup down firmly as she hung her head, shaking it to try and clear her head, before she draws back again to poor another for herself, leaving the bottle close if he wanted one himself. This one she sips a little more carefully. Feeling the burn that she had wanted. ]