[ It's not the same. Normally it'd be Lup dragging her eagerly to the punch bowl, while Lucretia did her level best to hang back at the periphery, observing rather than participating. Even once she'd grown out of her shell a little bit, she'd never been a partier.
Today, though, it's Lup who needs to be dragged out. And if Lup needs her, Lucretia's happy to step out of her comfort zone and change roles for once.
She slams back her second drink and scoffs, even as she twists her face up at the taste. ]
Please, Lup, give me some credit. I'm not eighteen anymore.
[ Even so, she's wavering a little as she reaches for number three, brow furrowed in concentration so as not to spill when she refills her cup. ]
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Today, though, it's Lup who needs to be dragged out. And if Lup needs her, Lucretia's happy to step out of her comfort zone and change roles for once.
She slams back her second drink and scoffs, even as she twists her face up at the taste. ]
Please, Lup, give me some credit. I'm not eighteen anymore.
[ Even so, she's wavering a little as she reaches for number three, brow furrowed in concentration so as not to spill when she refills her cup. ]