[ she watches him finish off her beer with a slight purse to her lips, though she can't muster up much energy to say anything about it when he's presenting her with something far more palatable. she watches the waitress swing back around with a fresh bottle of whiskey, settled like a dare between the two of them. ]
Are you trying to get me drunk, Kovacs?
[ not that she's complaining or protesting, given that was more or less what she was trying to do on her own. to honor her fallen soldier beer #4, she reaches for the bottle first. either she misses the waitress setting down the pair of glasses next or she ignores it on purpose, because next she just treats herself to a hearty swig straight from the tap. ]
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Are you trying to get me drunk, Kovacs?
[ not that she's complaining or protesting, given that was more or less what she was trying to do on her own. to honor her fallen soldier beer #4, she reaches for the bottle first. either she misses the waitress setting down the pair of glasses next or she ignores it on purpose, because next she just treats herself to a hearty swig straight from the tap. ]