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Well, it seems she succeeded at something, yeah? She gave another a compliment. When was the last time she’s ever complimented someone? Is that an issue if she cannot recall ever doing so? Mmm… She’ll just blame her boozed mind for her inability to recall something that, honestly, she should do more often. It’s a bit nice to compliment a person rather than spout angry nonsense. Such is probably more preferred by who she’s talking to as well. She tilts her head a bit looking to Sylvia and blinking a bit surprised by catching the woman’s eyes on her as intensely as they were.“Uh… Yeah… I guess I am getting ya drunk.”
She notes shrugging and pouring them both another glass at that note. They’re both not intoxicating enough if that’s the case. Sylvia doesn’t seem drunk enough if that’s the goal. Though, getting her drunk wasn’t the original goal, but her mind easily goes along with Sylvia’s words, so now, it’s a drinking marathon. She goes to lift her glass to her lips, but she’s caught off guard.
She almost spit her drink onto the floor as the comment was made about her eyes. Luckily, her cheeks are already red, for such a comment would have made her blush in her drunken state. Normally, she’d just brush aside comments like that, but her mind is really bare and her thought process is way different than normal.
Her head swivels to Sylvia making eye contact. Is her eyes actually beautiful? They’re just black. Though, their shade of black is unique in how it catches the light and reflects it making her eyes shine like polished onyx; a black abyss into an inevitable unknown future. It makes it hard to tell what’s on her mind at times appearing as a soft gleam or a harsh beam depending on her mood. Are they really that pretty?“Um… thanks…”
She mutters her words and turns her head away looking to the side bashfully as she raises her glass back to her lips and takes a large gulp.