[ After pouring a couple shots worth into Ren's glass (who knows how much the man does or doesn't like to drink), and his own, Sam reaches out to tap the glasses together in a short toast. To you, Sleeping Beauty. And in a quick motion, Sam's knocking half the drink back, a mild hiss against the burn of the liquor as he sighs out. Not unpleasant, more refreshing. ]
If she's feeling this, she'll be calling us pansies for starting out with such a shallow helping. [ which means he's reaching out to fill Ren's glass up double, to make him look like a proper alcoholic, and then doing the same with his own.
He didn't really want to stay sober tonight anyway. ]
/o3o/
If she's feeling this, she'll be calling us pansies for starting out with such a shallow helping. [ which means he's reaching out to fill Ren's glass up double, to make him look like a proper alcoholic, and then doing the same with his own.
He didn't really want to stay sober tonight anyway. ]