[ emma lifts the glass, considering faraday over the lip. ]
Three was my limit the last time, but I would hardly qualify what you've poured me here to be near more than half our take in the saloon.
[ she glances at the bourbon briefly, but instead of drinking the entire thing, she takes a shallower sip, maybe a third of what he'd given her. this time, she can't keep the wince off her face, the burn of the smaller, slower drink making itself known. there's a pleasant sort of warmth settling in her stomach, a vague-but-not-quite-there tingle in her fingers, but she doesn't feel quite so unsteady as she had that night before the battle.
this last glass will probably be enough, if she doesn't want to find herself struggling to walk straight, and she just takes another sip, leaving one last swallow in the glass. ]
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Three was my limit the last time, but I would hardly qualify what you've poured me here to be near more than half our take in the saloon.
[ she glances at the bourbon briefly, but instead of drinking the entire thing, she takes a shallower sip, maybe a third of what he'd given her. this time, she can't keep the wince off her face, the burn of the smaller, slower drink making itself known. there's a pleasant sort of warmth settling in her stomach, a vague-but-not-quite-there tingle in her fingers, but she doesn't feel quite so unsteady as she had that night before the battle.
this last glass will probably be enough, if she doesn't want to find herself struggling to walk straight, and she just takes another sip, leaving one last swallow in the glass. ]
My math is just fine, thank you.
[ ...she thinks. ]