“This is going to be ugly,” she mutters, but does as she’s told.
“Que sera, sera.”
“You’re not the one dealing with you inside my skull.”
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She just runs a finger down the condensation on the bottle. “That’s not going to get me to open up.”
“Didn’t ask ya t’open up. Told ya t’drink.”
“This is going to be ugly,” she mutters, but does as she’s told.
“You.” An amber bottle, dark and unopened is set on the table, Heugh sitting himself down gracelessly with feet set atop the unoccupied seat aside him.” Drink.”
She just runs a finger down the condensation on the bottle. “That’s not going to get me to open up.”