[Eurgh. It's not the expensive red wine she's used to, not by far, and Rosalind wrinkles her nose as the smell hits her. Still . . . it's either this or return to the library to read up on pokemon, and she doesn't think she can take another few hours of that.]
Try not to let it linger.
[As if he's the sort to need that advice. But she gives it anyway, with a tight little smile, and tips the glass back all in one go.
It's revolting. Paint thinner is right-- Rosalind swallows as quickly as she can, his mouth pinching tightly as she does. A shudder wants to run through her; firmly she suppresses it, refusing that reaction. Instead she glares at the glass, as if it's its fault.]
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Try not to let it linger.
[As if he's the sort to need that advice. But she gives it anyway, with a tight little smile, and tips the glass back all in one go.
It's revolting. Paint thinner is right-- Rosalind swallows as quickly as she can, his mouth pinching tightly as she does. A shudder wants to run through her; firmly she suppresses it, refusing that reaction. Instead she glares at the glass, as if it's its fault.]
--hell.