She glances down at the drink and then back at Cesare. The intention is clear, and Lydia smiles. She likes this game.
"What? You think I can't down it?" She picks up the glass, and though it takes a couple of gulps, she manages to knock the majority of it back. When she's done, she sets the glass down, and wipes her mouth. "Whoa!" She giggles. "I don't think they're made to be drunk that fast. What was in there?"
She doesn't have a coat; her flimsy, tight cut out dress is going to offer very little protection from the cold outside. Thank goodness for a beer jacket.
She hesitates when he asks about a place. Her flat isn't exactly clean or tidy. "I do… it's across town though. We could walk if you want, or get the tube?" She tucks her clutch under one arm, and offers the other to Cesare.
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"What? You think I can't down it?" She picks up the glass, and though it takes a couple of gulps, she manages to knock the majority of it back. When she's done, she sets the glass down, and wipes her mouth.
"Whoa!" She giggles. "I don't think they're made to be drunk that fast. What was in there?"
She doesn't have a coat; her flimsy, tight cut out dress is going to offer very little protection from the cold outside. Thank goodness for a beer jacket.
She hesitates when he asks about a place. Her flat isn't exactly clean or tidy. "I do… it's across town though. We could walk if you want, or get the tube?" She tucks her clutch under one arm, and offers the other to Cesare.