The initial sharp burn slowly faded into a more pleasant sting, comforting rather than aggravating now. How much more could she safely drink, she wondered? She took the brief moment when Ashmedai started talking again to lean down and take another few sips. Shit, this stuff is actually pretty good, she thought to herself, feeling a slight grin tugging at her lips. She'd definitely have to find a way to get this again...
They called him Gluttony. She let out a low laugh that surprised even her. "Ivy. Ivy Wreckage," she introduced herself, lapping at her lips and savoring the taste of the liquid. "What about you? Does the drink master have a name?" Ivy quirked a brow as she looked over the bucket at him, curious now about this fellow.
