to say she was in her element would've been an understatement — the booming bass, the vibrant crowd, a never-ending night that only brought forth opportunity for adventure; and there siobhan was on the outskirts. though she hadn't been alone, accompanied by someone who often matched her energy, one could even say a friend. “ for the record, thor, ” new nickname, coined from bearing witness to the grand display of strength, rolled off her sarcastic tongue. “ i didn’t make you drink anything. ” alright, yeah, so maybe siobhan’s fingertips grazed the bottom of the glass as he took it down, but she wouldn’t exactly classify that as ‘making’, “ think of it as a bit of friendly encouragement. ” she laughed — though the only thing was, hers hadn’t exactly been the reason one might suspect. just as she might’ve nudged his glass, she might’ve nudged the bartender a crisp $100 to concoct one of the most vile things they could think of. “ what ? you didn’t enjoy your nice, refreshing shot of liquid steak ? ” gaze shifted to focus on his features lit by the strobing pink and blue neons. “ and here i was, under the impression you could handle anything. ” taunting statement thrown his way despite the fact that the shot she’d drank had been a coverup: something to mirror the looks of the bacardi and worcestershire potion. “ come on, did you honestly think i’d willingly ingest that ? and even if i did, my taste would still remain superior. ” her own hand lifted to take hold of the one that dangled from her shoulder, twirling out of his friendly embrace to prop her elbows atop the bar, back leaning against the edge. “ but, by all means, feel free to prove me wrong. unless you're scared of a little challenge. ”
