We’ll see about that. [ She isn’t making it her sole aim to get completely drunk, so much so that she loses swathes of the night and wakes up with a throbbing headache, but she’s also not against the thought of drinking enough to enjoy the pleasant buzz that follows, something that numbs the tip of her nose and makes her voice a bit huskier by contrast. ]

I was just about to take it for myself, so you offering merely turns it into a kind gesture rather than me commandeering your bed.

[ Her free hand secured a grip in her skirts in order to make it easier for her to climb up onto the bed without slipping, though she did pause to slide off her shoes first, tucking her bare feet underneath herself as she settled in a perch on her knees, lifting the bottle to her lips once more and taking another sip before peeling off with an audible sound of suction. ] Is it all sharp edges, when you’re like this? Or can you direct me to a smoother curve?