Maybe he has a point, but she doesn't want to hear it, her shoulders drawing tensely up closer to her ears as she stubbornly keeps petting Scorpion. She's spent so much of her lift fending for herself, resenting charity when it was offered, and surprise surprise, she's no different now.
"Alcohol doesn't affect me," she reminds him. "You'll be wasting your money."
"Shit, I'm not trying to get you drunk." He says, feeling stung that she would think that, or insinuate it. "Maybe it's for me, not for you. And it's good vodka." Okay, it's...middling. Whatever.
He stares at her back.
"Would it be better if I went and did something else?" He asks. "Scorpion's brushing stuff and some treats should be with his saddle, if you think he might like that. I'm...gonna go, I guess. Before I make anymore trouble for myself. Just know I wanna sort this out at some point, I guess." He shrugs, turning on his heel with the intent of going to change his shirt and dig out his Gwent deck.
"That is not what I said," she protests, finally turning slightly so she can look at him over her shoulder again. She knows he's not trying to get her drunk for nefarious purposes. Obviously. But if he's hoping some alcohol will soothe her sharp temper, if he thinks it might be easier to have a heart-to-heart when they're tipsy, he's wasting his time.
"And I don't know how to brush him, so knowing where his combs are isn't going to do much for me. Or him, I guess."
But maybe it would be good for them both to have a little time apart from each other. It's not exactly like they chose to travel together or anything. And if the next leg of their journey is going to be as isolated as he says it will, one last hurrah of civilization could be good. If that's what he wants.
"It's pretty intuitive." He says, of the brushes. "I'll probably be in the dining room, I won't go too far."
He'll certainly be easy to spot whenever she decides to come back inside, dressed in a flashy bright red shirt, hunched in a corner with his back to the wall. His Gwent deck and a rapidly disappearing bottle of pepper vodka on the table before him.
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"Alcohol doesn't affect me," she reminds him. "You'll be wasting your money."
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He stares at her back.
"Would it be better if I went and did something else?" He asks. "Scorpion's brushing stuff and some treats should be with his saddle, if you think he might like that. I'm...gonna go, I guess. Before I make anymore trouble for myself. Just know I wanna sort this out at some point, I guess." He shrugs, turning on his heel with the intent of going to change his shirt and dig out his Gwent deck.
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"And I don't know how to brush him, so knowing where his combs are isn't going to do much for me. Or him, I guess."
But maybe it would be good for them both to have a little time apart from each other. It's not exactly like they chose to travel together or anything. And if the next leg of their journey is going to be as isolated as he says it will, one last hurrah of civilization could be good. If that's what he wants.
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He'll certainly be easy to spot whenever she decides to come back inside, dressed in a flashy bright red shirt, hunched in a corner with his back to the wall. His Gwent deck and a rapidly disappearing bottle of pepper vodka on the table before him.