[ never one to turn down terrible life choices, she throws the drink back almost as soon as he's got the words "on the house" out of his mouth. the bit about it helping until then comes over the very ladylike ambient noise of her gargling the liquor before her throat pulses in a swallow. there are plenty of free hand-outs that Vi would normally turn down with the pride of a survivalist, but alcohol is not on the list — even if her naturally suspicious nature wonders if this is really sympathy and not some ploy. ]
Ahhh, [ hissed out between clenched teeth, her lips pulled back in a pleasant snarl so much it exposes gums that have seen their fair share of bloodying to one canine. the glass is thunked back down on the bartop with a: ] Thanks. Needed that.
[ and then one finger spins the whisky glass oh so delicately onto one edge, rotating it this way and that. her chin's resting on a palm with a tattooed elbow planted, looking up at her favorite new bartender from beneath well-mascaraed eyelashes. ]
How 'bout another, since I just decided to make you my new best friend? [ you're not supposed to feed stray cats, you know. ]
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Ahhh, [ hissed out between clenched teeth, her lips pulled back in a pleasant snarl so much it exposes gums that have seen their fair share of bloodying to one canine. the glass is thunked back down on the bartop with a: ] Thanks. Needed that.
[ and then one finger spins the whisky glass oh so delicately onto one edge, rotating it this way and that. her chin's resting on a palm with a tattooed elbow planted, looking up at her favorite new bartender from beneath well-mascaraed eyelashes. ]
How 'bout another, since I just decided to make you my new best friend? [ you're not supposed to feed stray cats, you know. ]