[ That suggestion earns a half-curious, half-amused look. She gives him a little once over, like she's trying to decide if she should trust him not to drop her — but then, after a second, she just breathes out an amused exhale, shrugging as if to say, Fuck it. Their motto for the night. ]
Okay. Liquor store first. [ Dryly: ] Then if you do fucking drop me, at least I'll have something to drink it off with.
[ At least there's plenty of liquor stores in hell too. Doesn't take her but a few minutes to pick one, and a few minutes more to walk back out of it with bottles clanking around in a bag. Multiple bottles. Just in case. ]
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Okay. Liquor store first. [ Dryly: ] Then if you do fucking drop me, at least I'll have something to drink it off with.
[ At least there's plenty of liquor stores in hell too. Doesn't take her but a few minutes to pick one, and a few minutes more to walk back out of it with bottles clanking around in a bag. Multiple bottles. Just in case. ]