The way the male laughed told her that his misery was quite the misery, as she'd observed out loud, but he didn't elaborate on it. She could only guess his reasons why, but she was more interested in his little concoction than she was in his problems, truth be told. Her curiosity persisted through his demand to back up, but if anyone had asked her he hadn't sounded all that serious about it anyway. He did, however, pull them toward him.. temporarily.
'It tastes like shit, but it makes you feel good, so there's that.' Now there was something she could get down with. Well, maybe, depending on just how good he was talking. Ivy was surprised when he changed his mind from his slightly possessive mood, pushing one of the buckets toward her. "Hm," was all she murmured, taking a deeper whiff of the drink and deciding no amount of sniffing would tell her what she really wanted to know about it. After a moment of hesitation, she did as he'd suggested, slurping a mouthful of the liquid from the bucket offered and wincing slightly at the way it burned on its way down. "Definitely tastes like shit," Ivy agreed, lapping her lips and trying to keep from frowning at the aftertaste. "How soon until its effects start to outweigh the taste?"
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