[She doesn't follow his gaze (knowing full well it'd mean her flat on her ass or worse) and she doesn't dare take the bait; this isn't amateur hour here, thank you very much. Instead there's only a momentary pause as she regrets his bloody drinking ability and tries to swallow the thought of what another go's going to taste like going down before the deed's done.
Christ. Let no one say Chloe Frazer has an infallible poker face.] Could say the same of you at this rate.
Come on, throw in the towel and I promise I won't tell a soul about it.
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Christ. Let no one say Chloe Frazer has an infallible poker face.] Could say the same of you at this rate.
Come on, throw in the towel and I promise I won't tell a soul about it.