[Wordlessly, Skye taps her glass against his before downing the whole thing at once.
So much for savoring it.
Hissing through gritted teeth at the way it burns as it goes down, Skye places the, now empty, glass on the table. Gaze lifting to look at him again, she's doing a very shitty job of hiding the sympathetic look on her face as she thinks about how this is where he ended up after dying. Hardly seems fair, to say the least.
Now his friend is dead and it's her fault. Looking to her empty glass, she picks it up and turns it over in her hand.]
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So much for savoring it.
Hissing through gritted teeth at the way it burns as it goes down, Skye places the, now empty, glass on the table. Gaze lifting to look at him again, she's doing a very shitty job of hiding the sympathetic look on her face as she thinks about how this is where he ended up after dying. Hardly seems fair, to say the least.
Now his friend is dead and it's her fault. Looking to her empty glass, she picks it up and turns it over in her hand.]
You think he'd be mad if we had some more?