[ yeah, sure. Jess musters half a shrug in response and accepts the offer. individually, she trusts the other arrivals as much as she does the locals, but if a single sip is going to do her in, she would be stepping over the bodies of less tolerant people already. the natives are so pathetically downtrodden she can only assume they've all been through addiction and recovery prior to shepherding in the unwilling new blood.
by a sip, she means a gulp, burdened by the tolerance of an alcoholic and the boosted liver of a supertramp. she bares her teeth but withholds a hiss as she hands it back. ]
Better than nothing ought to be the label jesus christ
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by a sip, she means a gulp, burdened by the tolerance of an alcoholic and the boosted liver of a supertramp. she bares her teeth but withholds a hiss as she hands it back. ]
Better than nothing ought to be the label jesus christ