LIPS TWITCH, BRIEFLY UNABLE TO KEEP EMOTIONS AT BAY. tony knows she means good in ways that he could never consider. but at the same time, a cynic vein in his body tells him that everything is out to get him. from his old connections with the illumanity, to former teammates and lovers that want him dead. hadn’t he brough it all on himself with his less than steller behavior. he should understand that he was probably the foremost on their checklist, people wanted him dead -- and sometimes people wanted to see him burn. when he looks at the liquid, dark and rolling. he wants to drink, to satisfy the itch, the need, and the reliance on liquid courage. but instead, he smiles -- all too cocky. he raises his own tumbler to his lips and takes a long drag from the green liquid inside. qed had said juice would be good for him, she had meant that in a way.