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( night 6 )
[ What's a gal like her doing in a lounge like this? Getting messed up. The brace on her arm that Shijima fashioned out of fabric was tight, itching but she forced to ignore it. In her good hand, she has to juggle between a cigarette and glass of whiskey. It stings going down, every gulp making her hiss out.
She feels... she feels there should be a reason why she doesn't like this. Why she doesn't like drinking, but nothing clicks. Nothing stops her. She'll do it to take away her guilt for voting like everyone else and her bitterness at being helpless. Before any curfew, she's trying to get sloshed and the loud humming of a song she heard in Rapture audibly through the silence.
Follow the melodic humming? ]
She feels... she feels there should be a reason why she doesn't like this. Why she doesn't like drinking, but nothing clicks. Nothing stops her. She'll do it to take away her guilt for voting like everyone else and her bitterness at being helpless. Before any curfew, she's trying to get sloshed and the loud humming of a song she heard in Rapture audibly through the silence.
Follow the melodic humming? ]
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[it's a little playful, but he's not going to pretend it's a lie. her ass is a nice one, and he's not shy about his flirtations, even when he doesn't expect anything to come of them.]
I'm doing what I can. I'm not sure I'd be changing too many minds now, since it seems like Ciel and I really would have split the vote tonight. [but yet, still...]
We can call it even. You haven't really given me a reason to think you're going to turn heel on me if you've stuck it out this much. [he knows anything is possible, and that elizabeth isn't the most open person, but she's given him more than a lot of other people in that respect, so he can't (and won't) ignore it.]