05-30-2018, 07:26 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Vodka had a sinister sort of dichotomy to it; either the horrid taste of pure, unadulterated alcohol prevented you from enjoying it and so freed you from its grasp, or you were entranced enough by the concept of losing yourself in intoxication to ignore the bitter sting. Rin fell into the former camp, as while she had no memory of ever tasting any sort of alcohol, just the smell of it made her eyes water and her nostrils burn. It was tolerable when the alcohol in question was diluted, such as in wine or beer, but the distilled vodka that she happened to catch a whiff of as she walked outside nearly knocked her flat.
Someone must have turned to drinking to cope with Starry's death, she reflected, even as she narrowed her eyes and pulled her scarf up over her mouth. With a sigh, she trudged in the direction of the chatter, which she suspected would lead her to whoever would probably be wasted after all of this.
Arriving on the scene and realizing that Bastille was drinking along with a girl that she had never seen before, Rin shook her head. She would've allowed this were it anyone else, but as painful as the duties of leadership were, she couldn't let Bast neglect said duties- especially if it was for the sake of intoxication and mindless flirting. "This is mine now," she said aloud, reaching for the bottle and attempting to take it.
On her way to retrieve the offending substance, however, she caught sight of Bastille's eyes, and froze. She might not have known much about the world she now lived in, but she was fairly certain people's eyes didn't just change color for no reason. Swallowing and tugging her scarf out of the way of her mouth, she asked firmly, "Who are you?"
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Someone must have turned to drinking to cope with Starry's death, she reflected, even as she narrowed her eyes and pulled her scarf up over her mouth. With a sigh, she trudged in the direction of the chatter, which she suspected would lead her to whoever would probably be wasted after all of this.
Arriving on the scene and realizing that Bastille was drinking along with a girl that she had never seen before, Rin shook her head. She would've allowed this were it anyone else, but as painful as the duties of leadership were, she couldn't let Bast neglect said duties- especially if it was for the sake of intoxication and mindless flirting. "This is mine now," she said aloud, reaching for the bottle and attempting to take it.
On her way to retrieve the offending substance, however, she caught sight of Bastille's eyes, and froze. She might not have known much about the world she now lived in, but she was fairly certain people's eyes didn't just change color for no reason. Swallowing and tugging her scarf out of the way of her mouth, she asked firmly, "Who are you?"
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