04-17-2009, 12:19 AM
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Tal wasn't sure how much was left in her bottle. She didn't much care, either. He was much more fun this time; maybe he just liked wine better than vodka! Tal thought they both tasted pretty bad, but hey, whatever worked, right? She watched his face intently as it changed, the smile fading following her sudden question. Her mind, working slower than it was meant to, didn't pick up on this being a warning signal. Nah, must be some other reason. He fell over his words. She found this funny, and continued to grin. "Spit it out," she commanded, crossing her arms (and accidentally spilling some wine on her elbow.) Her words were lost as Giggle finally admitted it. It confused her, and she raised a single eyebrow, staring at him as if he had just grown another ear in the middle of his forehead. "No," she told him, uncrossing her arms and pointing at him with the hand that held the bottle, "Giggle's your brother, y'told me before that he dyed your face." If she had been sober, she would have put two and two together, but after chugging the stuff on a mostly empty stomach, she wasn't quite registering things like she would've otherwise. |