Miko snatched one of the bottles off the table and poured each of them a small sip of the stuff, placing the pig's glass in front of him even though his attention was locked elsewhere.
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She downed her drink in one gulp, sighing as the warm taste of honey and spice slid down her throat. She felt her mind slow and smiled as everything came back into focus. She closed her eyes for a moment and simply enjoyed the return of her reason. In truth she hated when she got like this. She'd become excited, or find herself having to talk to people beyond just "I'd like a ticket to Ul'dah please." and her mind would suddenly decide not to think until something ridiculous came pouring out of her mouth. The worst part of the entire situation was nothing seemed strange at all until she came down from it and then she would inevitably find she had yet again done or said something embarrassing.
"Avis" she nodded towards the Hyur and turned to face the Roegadyn "and... Steel, you said? A pleasure." Her eyes narrowed a bit when she noticed the two glasses she'd placed in front of the larger woman, and then flashed with fear as she slowly looked up to the wiggling purple mass under Steel's arm. "No," she groaned, "Did I truly just pour a baby behemoth a glass of whiskey?"
This, she thought, shaking her head at her own oddity, is why I should never talk to people.
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She downed her drink in one gulp, sighing as the warm taste of honey and spice slid down her throat. She felt her mind slow and smiled as everything came back into focus. She closed her eyes for a moment and simply enjoyed the return of her reason. In truth she hated when she got like this. She'd become excited, or find herself having to talk to people beyond just "I'd like a ticket to Ul'dah please." and her mind would suddenly decide not to think until something ridiculous came pouring out of her mouth. The worst part of the entire situation was nothing seemed strange at all until she came down from it and then she would inevitably find she had yet again done or said something embarrassing.
"Avis" she nodded towards the Hyur and turned to face the Roegadyn "and... Steel, you said? A pleasure." Her eyes narrowed a bit when she noticed the two glasses she'd placed in front of the larger woman, and then flashed with fear as she slowly looked up to the wiggling purple mass under Steel's arm. "No," she groaned, "Did I truly just pour a baby behemoth a glass of whiskey?"
This, she thought, shaking her head at her own oddity, is why I should never talk to people.
