You're joking. [He's not. Jesus, she wishes he was, though.
It's becoming increasingly apparent that Victor Sullivan was a god damned bull in his youth, because if he's as pissed as she is and he's not ready to call it, Chloe doubts he ever will.
So it's pure, stubborn pride when she sets her palms flat on the counter (to steady herself) and says:] Absolutely.
[Shots poured, arranged, in hand-- and she manages it, though she feels sick as anything when it hits the back of her throat. Keeps it down via willpower alone without the stoic facade this time; it's awful. It shows.]
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It's becoming increasingly apparent that Victor Sullivan was a god damned bull in his youth, because if he's as pissed as she is and he's not ready to call it, Chloe doubts he ever will.
So it's pure, stubborn pride when she sets her palms flat on the counter (to steady herself) and says:] Absolutely.
[Shots poured, arranged, in hand-- and she manages it, though she feels sick as anything when it hits the back of her throat. Keeps it down via willpower alone without the stoic facade this time; it's awful. It shows.]