βI'm doinβ...β He droned, he wasn't sure how he was doing right now, and in his current inebriated state, his usual response to that question, βIβm okayβ didn't occur to him.
So instead he just gives a clumsy shrug. βIβm doinβ.β
As his eyes catch her sealing the bottle,
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Yeah. Probably better to stop Happy Hour early.
She doesnβt need to lug around a drunk scout for the next hour.
that distant thought that was buried away, screaming from the dirt finally clicks back into him. βYou are terrible, you hurt peopleβ.
βDid Iβ¦ Did I do something bad?β
Eventually his gaze returns back to her and his lip hangs dumbly. For nearly half a minute he just sits there, slouched and vacant, before eventually he begins to actually process the confused expression on her face, though he fails to grasp the reason for it.
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Her eyes slowly shut as it runs down her throat, that lovely numbness to chase in its shadow.
Yet after a few swigs, it doesnβt come. Not for her.
The bottle lowers back into her lap.
Her eyes open again. She only blinks.
And glances back at him.
β.. ?β her brow quirks.
He looks at her with a stupid, drooping smile, glad to be having this experience with her. Yet a small, shrunken, tiny piece of his mind thatβs been shoved all the way back to a further more obscured corner tries to call out to him, telling him heβs forgetting something,
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today, a veryβ¦silly? comment is flicked at her.
β.. .β
she side-eyes him.
ββ¦ ..Ahuh.β she nods.
She lays a hand over the bottle, preventing another swig.
βHow clever.β
It is kind of cute.
She takes the bottle for herself, and lays its barrel to her mouth.
βMy turn.β
but just what he canβt quite tell. It had to be something important, or at least, he remembered it feeling like it was important, but what was it?
He takes a look at the surrounding crowd himself, and thereβs a ghost of an emotion that he can no longer place,
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