[Right on cue, Vie drinks. The taste hits the back of her throat and the liquor burns in her chest, but it's a good, familiar, almost welcome feeling. Alcohol is about the only way she'll be sleeping tonight. Sure it's a cop out, but she's not about to say no.
Tomorrow, Vie will be better. Not quite back to normal, but definitely on the mend.]
What was it we toasted to last time, Sanya? That first night that you introduced me to vodka.
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Tomorrow, Vie will be better. Not quite back to normal, but definitely on the mend.]
What was it we toasted to last time, Sanya? That first night that you introduced me to vodka.