[ emma just lifts an unimpressed eyebrow in his direction, because of the short time she'd spent with him in life, she'd picked up quite quickly and plainly that faraday was far beyond a "social drinker."
but it's not her place to press the matter, and she sees no need to stir the otherwise settled dust between them. ]
A rainy day it is, then.
[ she glances towards her unfinished dinner, realizing she probably ought to eat. the alcohol sits warm and heavy in her stomach, and chasing it down with some food wouldn't be the worst of ideas. pushing up from the table, she surprises herself by having to take a moment to find her balance, her head spinning more than she anticipated with those few drinks.
probably the lack of a meal, she reckons. ]
...seems two would have been a much better place to stop.
[ she presses a hand to her dizzy head with a sigh, willing the effects to subside with a bit of concentration — not that it helps, but she's sure it'll wear off sooner rather than later. ]
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but it's not her place to press the matter, and she sees no need to stir the otherwise settled dust between them. ]
A rainy day it is, then.
[ she glances towards her unfinished dinner, realizing she probably ought to eat. the alcohol sits warm and heavy in her stomach, and chasing it down with some food wouldn't be the worst of ideas. pushing up from the table, she surprises herself by having to take a moment to find her balance, her head spinning more than she anticipated with those few drinks.
probably the lack of a meal, she reckons. ]
...seems two would have been a much better place to stop.
[ she presses a hand to her dizzy head with a sigh, willing the effects to subside with a bit of concentration — not that it helps, but she's sure it'll wear off sooner rather than later. ]