[ she accepts the hug easily enough, but she is still very much in full spitfire mode... this close, bixing can probably smell a hint of lemon mixed in with the unmistakable aroma of alcohol. ]
Like I even care about his stupid party! [ in a mocking voice: ] "Ohhh, look at the little pink goddess, it's so cute how she thinks she can outdrink the ruler of Hell!" Asshole!
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Like I even care about his stupid party! [ in a mocking voice: ] "Ohhh, look at the little pink goddess, it's so cute how she thinks she can outdrink the ruler of Hell!" Asshole!
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anyway he will soothe his favorite spitfire yes. ]
I think you could outdrink the ruler of Hell ten times over, Persephone. He's cheating, anyway.