[Ronan rolls his eyes, but the sentiment is- appreciated, at least. He takes the shot in his hand, clinking it against hers, before throwing it back, stonefaced this time.
There's a pause, before he responds with a callous shrug.]
Better alcohol than coke, anyway. At least there's some accounting for this god's taste in fucked-up.
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There's a pause, before he responds with a callous shrug.]
Better alcohol than coke, anyway. At least there's some accounting for this god's taste in fucked-up.