[Faith is quick to crack it open and take a swing, grinning as it disappears down her throat. She moves aside, reaching for Lorem to pull her to sit beside her. She wants her closer. As close as possible.] It's sweet though. I don't think it's alcohol. So, Lorem. How are... things? Tell me everything. [Faith isn't actually interested, her eyes dark with something much thicker than curiosity, but she wants to keep her there a bit longer.]
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