[ She grimaces at that. How does one drink so much to the point that it all starts meshing together?
Leaning over him, she reaches for one of the half full bottles, bringing it up to sniff. Her nose wrinkles, her lips twist. God, that's disgusting.
Elena glances at the label and sits back on her knees again, thinking that hey— it can't hurt. So she takes a swig. And immediately regrets it, coughing. ]
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Leaning over him, she reaches for one of the half full bottles, bringing it up to sniff. Her nose wrinkles, her lips twist. God, that's disgusting.
Elena glances at the label and sits back on her knees again, thinking that hey— it can't hurt. So she takes a swig. And immediately regrets it, coughing. ]
Jesus— that's terrible. Why would you drink this?
[ Is this Alien Beer? God. ]