She practically bounces over to the bench, turning her violin case over after zipping it shut in order to dig into a pocket in the back. She pulls out a small, intricately cut glass bottle, bordered oddly with brushed metal of all things and brightred liquid in it, almost enough to make one think "poison" not "drink that won't kill you".
Although it might still kill you.
She bounds back over and holds it out for him to take.]
Soooo... [She rocks on her heels a bit, hand tucked behind her back once he has the item in his hands.] Remember when we first met, and I was lamenting that the alcohol here just wasn't all that strong?
[That is certainly a mischievous grin on her face.]
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She practically bounces over to the bench, turning her violin case over after zipping it shut in order to dig into a pocket in the back. She pulls out a small, intricately cut glass bottle, bordered oddly with brushed metal of all things and bright red liquid in it, almost enough to make one think "poison" not "drink that won't kill you".
Although it might still kill you.
She bounds back over and holds it out for him to take.]
Soooo... [She rocks on her heels a bit, hand tucked behind her back once he has the item in his hands.] Remember when we first met, and I was lamenting that the alcohol here just wasn't all that strong?
[That is certainly a mischievous grin on her face.]