Bourbon, if they have it. [ a beat. ] You don't have to buy me a drink, but thank you.
[ she's not going to turn it down, because free liquor is better than no liquor — and while she'd stifled any modicum of guilt from stamping up when it came to the tub of pretzels now sat beside her chair, stealing a bottle of liquor had been right out. not for any moral reasons, but mostly because it was both far more obvious and far more difficult to explain, and she didn't have the luxury of compelling the bartender to just give it to her here.
so, sure, leo fitz. buy her a drink, and she'll smile the way she's been raised to, sweet and gracious and without the slightest hint of expectation. until she notices the shift of his posture, the way his shoulder seems to seize up in motion, and her brow furrows a bit. if what she dreamed really happened, if what happened carried here, if she wasn't losing her mind altogether... then he shouldn't be in pain at all. ]
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[ she's not going to turn it down, because free liquor is better than no liquor — and while she'd stifled any modicum of guilt from stamping up when it came to the tub of pretzels now sat beside her chair, stealing a bottle of liquor had been right out. not for any moral reasons, but mostly because it was both far more obvious and far more difficult to explain, and she didn't have the luxury of compelling the bartender to just give it to her here.
so, sure, leo fitz. buy her a drink, and she'll smile the way she's been raised to, sweet and gracious and without the slightest hint of expectation. until she notices the shift of his posture, the way his shoulder seems to seize up in motion, and her brow furrows a bit. if what she dreamed really happened, if what happened carried here, if she wasn't losing her mind altogether... then he shouldn't be in pain at all. ]
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