[ she doesn't often drink; too busy with more important things to even think of such luxuries. but here, zero feels the need to keep her mind buzzed and body warm. the alcohol does just that, but the company is providing another level of something else entirely; she can't place a finger on what, exactly, but it's there.
maybe it's the silk of her voice. maybe she's just fucking buzzed. whatever it is, it keeps her eyes on the woman; her gaze flicker between the movement of her lips, to the focus of her gray eyes. ]
Are you doing it now? [ a small smirk twists at the corner of her own lips. ] Faking it.
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maybe it's the silk of her voice. maybe she's just fucking buzzed. whatever it is, it keeps her eyes on the woman; her gaze flicker between the movement of her lips, to the focus of her gray eyes. ]
Are you doing it now? [ a small smirk twists at the corner of her own lips. ] Faking it.