Delighted at having a person around with a perky mood and willingness to party, Roze drops the shot glass into her mug and knocks it back with an open mouth. It's hard to tell if she swallows more than once ( or at all ), the whole of the mug's contents splashing against the back of her throat audibly, the shot glass sliding down to rest against her lips for a brief moment per gravity, only to rattle noisily against the empty glass that she all but immediately slams back down onto the table, only a thin, frothy line sliding down the inside indicating there was anything in the cup to begin with. Cheeks puffing momentarily with a silent belch, she glaces at the bartender, who clears his throat and moves off for the next round.
"What, you expect me to pace myself?" she asks the man rhetorically, barking a small laugh and looking up to Toby with that consistent wild grin, all teeth and trouble.
"So. What do you wanna do tonight, hm?" she asks with an arched brow, cocking her head to the side. "Me, that's a given. But what's your poison? What's itchin' your britches? Or you just hopin' to surprise me instead of disappoint me?"
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Date: 2020-06-29 10:22 pm (UTC)"What, you expect me to pace myself?" she asks the man rhetorically, barking a small laugh and looking up to Toby with that consistent wild grin, all teeth and trouble.
"So. What do you wanna do tonight, hm?" she asks with an arched brow, cocking her head to the side. "Me, that's a given. But what's your poison? What's itchin' your britches? Or you just hopin' to surprise me instead of disappoint me?"