[She enunciates it pretty well for someone whose mind wants to drift away every few seconds, and then she drops it, satisfied with her little victory. She'll take what she can get here in this hellhole where there are more fucking prankster gods dicking around with them. It's too much like the mountain, or so it seems under the blurry clarity the tequila blankets her with.
His question earns him silence for a while, as she weighs her options. The rational part of her says she should tell a lie. The tequila says she should spill her guts and threaten to kick his ass if he tells anyone. Both of those are loud and make a lot of sense, and she's suspended between the two like when she hung from that cable or whatever, upside down, just minutes away from a probably fatal fall. It's just as scary now, too, even though it's Chris and she could tell him to fuck off and he'd leave her alone, but on the water she weird light from the cave turn into the tiny electric explosions from when the tower started to fall, and then there's Matt calling her name as she fell and hit the window so hard it knocked the air out of her.]
Yeah.
[She lifts the bottle for another drink, pausing with it halfway to her mouth.]
Andimissmatt.
[It's a rushed whisper that she chases with a swig of tequila. It burns more going down this time. Good.]
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[She enunciates it pretty well for someone whose mind wants to drift away every few seconds, and then she drops it, satisfied with her little victory. She'll take what she can get here in this hellhole where there are more fucking prankster gods dicking around with them. It's too much like the mountain, or so it seems under the blurry clarity the tequila blankets her with.
His question earns him silence for a while, as she weighs her options. The rational part of her says she should tell a lie. The tequila says she should spill her guts and threaten to kick his ass if he tells anyone. Both of those are loud and make a lot of sense, and she's suspended between the two like when she hung from that cable or whatever, upside down, just minutes away from a probably fatal fall. It's just as scary now, too, even though it's Chris and she could tell him to fuck off and he'd leave her alone, but on the water she weird light from the cave turn into the tiny electric explosions from when the tower started to fall, and then there's Matt calling her name as she fell and hit the window so hard it knocked the air out of her.]
Yeah.
[She lifts the bottle for another drink, pausing with it halfway to her mouth.]
Andimissmatt.
[It's a rushed whisper that she chases with a swig of tequila. It burns more going down this time. Good.]