Etoile makes a funny face when he hands over the bottle of whiskey. Slowly sitting back up, she takes hold of the bottle and quickly downs a nice amount. Etoile couldn't help but make different faces at the taste of the alcohol.
Etoile rubs her lips, trying to get rid of the acoholic taste. She listens to him explain the reasoning between the Rider and himself."I guess...so."
Etoile felt her cheeks flush up when she realized what she had promised to Nick. A kiss? Really Etoile? Mental slap is occurring right now."A promise is a promise right?...
Besides, you saved me twice and took care of me twice. Most strangers wouldn't even do that." she said with a smile.
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