[The bride takes the glass, her hand--paw?--leaving a smear of blood on his fingers.
It's still fresh. It's right there. And he still hasn't had any, ever, not from thinking creatures. Cazador hadn't allowed it. And since he got free, there hasn't been a chance without risking a staking.
But it's so close now, and he could finally taste just a little of it--
Wait. What?
He turns to the woman. He didn't say any of that out loud, did he? He's not that drunk. Just--It's perfectly normal to be staring at a dead man when he's everywhere.
And the fox-woman's already downed the glass while he wasn't paying attention. Shit.] Ugh, it's no use! He's ruined the mood, [She complains bitterly, and thrusts the cup back at him. He lifts the bottle to refill it, and she shakes her head, glaring at both of them.]
I'm not drinking alone tonight. This is a special night, and he's not going to ruin it for me.
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It's still fresh. It's right there. And he still hasn't had any, ever, not from thinking creatures. Cazador hadn't allowed it. And since he got free, there hasn't been a chance without risking a staking.
But it's so close now, and he could finally taste just a little of it--
Wait. What?
He turns to the woman. He didn't say any of that out loud, did he? He's not that drunk. Just--It's perfectly normal to be staring at a dead man when he's everywhere.
And the fox-woman's already downed the glass while he wasn't paying attention. Shit.] Ugh, it's no use! He's ruined the mood, [She complains bitterly, and thrusts the cup back at him. He lifts the bottle to refill it, and she shakes her head, glaring at both of them.]
I'm not drinking alone tonight. This is a special night, and he's not going to ruin it for me.