More often than not, Em was finding herself at the bar, drinking her thoughts away. It seemed to be the smart way out for her; it was either drinking or getting into fights, and the first option seemed to be a little less harmful. Even tonight, she was nursing a drink at the bar, trying pace herself out, only to get another drink- something so oddly weird and terrible- pushed towards her.
“Do I look like it’s something I drink? Shouldn’t this drink come with a whole bunch of screaming girlfriends?” She questioned the man, yet a small smirk eventually appeared on her face. The drink looked stupid- nothing compared to what she typically ordered- yet it was so fascinating and over the top that she couldn’t take her eyes off it. “So do you get drunk or do you fall into a sugar coma when you drink it?”
He arched his eyebrows at her at first, but as soon as a smirk started to tug at the corners of her lips, so did one at his. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m only offering the drink. If you want a bunch of screaming girlfriends, you’ll have to come up with those yourself.”
Only with another sip of his own drink does he manage to hide even more of a smile at her follow-up question, and clear morbid curiosity towards the offered drink. “That’s a great question, and I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to find out.” Dorian tipped his head towards the drink she was so dubiously eyeing, a subtle but unequivocal dare.
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