[ One hand is over her stomach after a while, one closed into a fist to cover a quiet burp. She can still taste the fucking — she doesn't want to think about what it was — but that's her body warning her off any more alcohol. If August offers the bottle back, he'll see her gesturing no. As for his question, ]
… No? [ She's missing something. Or several somethings. Then again they bumped into each other when her temporary savior had a headstart on that whiskey, so who knows if he's missing something. (It's her.) ] You wanna tell me about it?
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… No? [ She's missing something. Or several somethings. Then again they bumped into each other when her temporary savior had a headstart on that whiskey, so who knows if he's missing something. (It's her.) ] You wanna tell me about it?