Take a Break With Me

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe followed him back, holding the bottle close to her chest as she did so. Her cheeks were still puffed out. Her brow was still furrowed. Her anger was evident but it just lacked the fury to enstill fear or worry. Really, his obvious amusement grated on her nerves because she knew her anger was rarely taken seriously - in part because it rarely happened. But her looking more cute than imposing didn't make her any less ticked! She sat with a little huff on the chair in the back and then looked at the glasses. Then the bottle. Then the glasses. Then the bottle...her eyes widened in horror for a moment before she hung her head in defeat. "I forgot to bring something to open it with." She said with a hint of whiney dismay in her voice. Of course, her anger was heightened enough that now everything was going to be Bastien's fault. Because she could make it his fault, obviously. Great reasoning skills this one had. She lifted her face again, her little features twisted in what should have been rage but probably only got about halfway there if she was honest with herself. "Now that stupid man is wrecking me having a drink too and he isn't even here!!" she said with a cross between a grunt and a squeak of frustration escaping her lips. Remi