[ Ugh. The noise that follows is entirely of disgust. She cradles her glass in her hands like it's holding the blood of someone Holy, no teetering from her will be the cause of any additional mess. ]
Quit both of them and do what I say instead. [ A beat. Her brow furrows, trying to chase the thought she had, but it's gone. He's still close enough that she can nudge his thigh with the side of her foot, less rough then she intended on account of the inebriation. ] Why tire yourself with whatever you're doing when you could be getting on your hands and knees cleaning the grime from my floors? It seems like the only desirable option.
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[ Ugh. The noise that follows is entirely of disgust. She cradles her glass in her hands like it's holding the blood of someone Holy, no teetering from her will be the cause of any additional mess. ]
Quit both of them and do what I say instead. [ A beat. Her brow furrows, trying to chase the thought she had, but it's gone. He's still close enough that she can nudge his thigh with the side of her foot, less rough then she intended on account of the inebriation. ] Why tire yourself with whatever you're doing when you could be getting on your hands and knees cleaning the grime from my floors? It seems like the only desirable option.