Phoebe
She took a slow breath in once she felt she could, the stinging reaching all the way to her toes. It might taste awful but boy did it work, already feeling the weightlessness of being tipsy reach her toes. "It's just straight alcohol." she said with a slight shrug. Whether it tasted like piss or not she wouldn't know, she had never had piss before. Nor was she interested in trying thank you very much.
That she was playing with her ring to get a rise out of him though did nothing to help her mood. "For the love of Frey, not I can't even twirl my own damn ring because it irritates you so badly?" she huffed at him, not remotely concerned with making a scene. It was a bar. It was loud. And there were far more interesting arguments going on than a lover's spat. "What'll it be next, brushing my hair? Putting on my shoes? Gods, get a fucking grip. Jata." she huffed before taking another very long drink of the nasty hot moonshine, finishing it off and slamming the cup down hard on the table.
"Another, please!"
That she was playing with her ring to get a rise out of him though did nothing to help her mood. "For the love of Frey, not I can't even twirl my own damn ring because it irritates you so badly?" she huffed at him, not remotely concerned with making a scene. It was a bar. It was loud. And there were far more interesting arguments going on than a lover's spat. "What'll it be next, brushing my hair? Putting on my shoes? Gods, get a fucking grip. Jata." she huffed before taking another very long drink of the nasty hot moonshine, finishing it off and slamming the cup down hard on the table.
"Another, please!"
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
