[ She didn't exactly plan the whole drowning thing, and she sure as hell would have avoided it if she could have. Dying has never been a fun thing to experience and she'd really like to either stop having it happen so often or for the damn thing to just finally stick. She's too tired to deal with this mess anymore.
It's when the man moves that she pays any attention to him, and the press of a glass into her hand makes her flinch and pull back slightly, but you bet she keeps hold of it. Once she realizes he's moved back to a safer distance, she gives the smallest smile that he may or may not see, she can't really tell. ]
Thanks, sugar.
[ She sounds as tired as she feels, and she doesn't waste any time in taking a nice big sip of whatever's in the glass. Yep, there's that familiar burn that leaves her grimacing but not coughing. Not this time. ]
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It's when the man moves that she pays any attention to him, and the press of a glass into her hand makes her flinch and pull back slightly, but you bet she keeps hold of it. Once she realizes he's moved back to a safer distance, she gives the smallest smile that he may or may not see, she can't really tell. ]
Thanks, sugar.
[ She sounds as tired as she feels, and she doesn't waste any time in taking a nice big sip of whatever's in the glass. Yep, there's that familiar burn that leaves her grimacing but not coughing. Not this time. ]