[ He can't look at Rethe now, and he digs his hands into the pockets of his Rhiannon uniform, feeling the flush creep around from the back of his neck to his face.
Thank God, it's dark.
His movements are awkward and he steps away from the bar, finds that there's a slight lag in the way he processes the movement. Fuck. What the hell did he drink?
Of course, his gaze wanders over to the bottle he'd purchased. ]
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[ He can't look at Rethe now, and he digs his hands into the pockets of his Rhiannon uniform, feeling the flush creep around from the back of his neck to his face.
Thank God, it's dark.
His movements are awkward and he steps away from the bar, finds that there's a slight lag in the way he processes the movement. Fuck. What the hell did he drink?
Of course, his gaze wanders over to the bottle he'd purchased. ]