[ He huffs out a humorless laugh, little more than a soft exhale. True, it shouldn't affect him should he be able to drink it, but whether that meant he wouldn't be able to taste it or that the drink might fall right through him (he is, after all, reasonably insubstantial, these days) remains to be seen.
Nothing left but to try, he supposes, and there's little risk in it, all things considered. Not much of a gamble, really, and taking his cue from Emma, he throws it all back at once.
It burns on the way down, the sensation all too familiar, and he winces as it flows through him – though the look is replaced by naked surprise all too soon. For a second, he stares at his glass, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, and he lets out a single laugh, too stunned for much else. He had tasted it, felt it, just the same as if he had been alive, and the shock has him leaning forward on the table, elbow resting on the top, while his hand rubs at his brow.
At length, he shakes his head, rousing himself into pouring them both another share – still that same moderate pour from moments ago. He may have tasted the bourbon, felt that familiar burning numbness wash through him, but it wasn't accompanied by the warmth of oncoming inebriation. Which meant he wasn't likely to drink himself into a stupor any time soon. A shame, but this, at least, was something.
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Nothing left but to try, he supposes, and there's little risk in it, all things considered. Not much of a gamble, really, and taking his cue from Emma, he throws it all back at once.
It burns on the way down, the sensation all too familiar, and he winces as it flows through him – though the look is replaced by naked surprise all too soon. For a second, he stares at his glass, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, and he lets out a single laugh, too stunned for much else. He had tasted it, felt it, just the same as if he had been alive, and the shock has him leaning forward on the table, elbow resting on the top, while his hand rubs at his brow.
At length, he shakes his head, rousing himself into pouring them both another share – still that same moderate pour from moments ago. He may have tasted the bourbon, felt that familiar burning numbness wash through him, but it wasn't accompanied by the warmth of oncoming inebriation. Which meant he wasn't likely to drink himself into a stupor any time soon. A shame, but this, at least, was something.
Faintly, ]
Well, that's one question answered.