Alleyana drank the vial, relying on Cole to tip it for her. She didn't have a hand, currently, to do it with. "I don't want anyone seeing shit," even her voice was shaky, if not as rough as it used to be. Years of drinking elfroot -- and her foul tea -- had soothed the damage there.
Bull had offered to get her plastered before doing this, of course. She'd turned him down; she needed her wits about her just to not struggle and fight.
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Date: 2016-09-19 06:26 am (UTC)Bull had offered to get her plastered before doing this, of course. She'd turned him down; she needed her wits about her just to not struggle and fight.