[ His hand fell away. It was a struggle, to stay put when she lent closer, and he busied himself with pouring himself another drink, and the bottle was nearly empty.
Maybe that was as sign he should stop. But all the same he just drank more, it was starting to go down easier. ]
That's one word for it. [ a gruff grumble, muttered into his drink as he tilted his head back to drain it in one go.
When it was empty, he went to stand, to get another glass or bottle. It was a unpleasant realization to find the group lurch under his feet. His fingers gripped the edge of the table and he took a moment to steady himself. ]
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Maybe that was as sign he should stop. But all the same he just drank more, it was starting to go down easier. ]
That's one word for it. [ a gruff grumble, muttered into his drink as he tilted his head back to drain it in one go.
When it was empty, he went to stand, to get another glass or bottle. It was a unpleasant realization to find the group lurch under his feet. His fingers gripped the edge of the table and he took a moment to steady himself. ]