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There was movement from within the room, and a moment after a soft shuffling sound was heard and a thin line of light seemed to appear under the door moments before it opened and she was dragged into a messy room packed by cannabis smoke. She was taken back by his bold actions, but let him do it without scold and violence. An oversized ear flickered as she heard the male lock the door again behind her. She was not at all comfortable with that, but on the other hand she was not a weak girl any longer and Cotl was still considered a friend of sorts. He was bold as anyone, but she had thought he would be meeker, taken into consideration how their last meeting had ended.
Then she was sitting in a chair she found strangely familiar and watched the man find a seat on his bed. She wondered why the hell he was wearing a gasmask, but was not interested enough to ask. She had seen enough weird things lately and when it came to weed she had already seen a series of strange ways to smoke it. It did not make much sense to her, but she figured he had his reason for using the gas mask in the process. She had not at all come back to take him up on his offer, but now when the lithe woman thought about it, she figured she might as well say yes to make him happy. The whisky was already in his hand and she wondered if he had been waiting for her to come back so that he could force some of that foul smelling liquid on her.
She smiled and nodded though, even added a ”Yes, I have,” and shifted slightly in her seat to get more comfortable. She prayed the liquid would not taste as bad as it smelled. Surely there had to be a reason why people adored firewater so. |
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