Trust and Vices

Pixie Frost · 03-10-2011, 02:14 AM

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OOC here!

The coyote woman’s lack of specifics irritated the wolfess—she was interested in learning more about exactly where the stranger lived, so that she could perhaps travel there in the summer—but that was the least on her mind. She stared enviously as Faolin took a gulp of the whiskey, and she involuntarily tapped the claws on her hands together, a bad habit that showed whenever she was nervous, eager, anxious, or just in uncomfortable situations.

Pixie didn’t bother to express her surprise or act flattered at the offer, but contained herself enough to not snatch the bottle from the woman’s hands. “Thanks for the offer,” she said. “Don’t mind if I do…” Hesitantly reaching for the whiskey, she examined the bottle itself for a moment before taking a drink from it. Even though it was a small gulp, it packed a punch, and Pixie had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from laughing out loud just from the sheer surprise of how strong it was. Once the shock wore off, though, a strange, pleasant sensation flowed through her bones, and she wanted more of it. She took another gulp, this time expecting the punch, and once again enjoying the feeling that washed through her.

Then, remembering that Faolin did say “share” and figuring that she should be kind to the person who gave her the whiskey in the first place, she slowly handed the bottle back to her, hoping that she would offer her another sip.

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