[ And then it's done. Her eyes have gone bright again to match the smile. Anyone watching would think they were having a pleasant conversation except for the broken glass and his hand, still bleeding as he clutches the shard.
Another gesture. Of course.
He picks up the cloth and begins to bind his hand. The shard he drops. No use for it now. ]
You bought me a drink.
[ It comes off a little flat, not quite conversational. The burst of adrenaline that he got from expecting a fight had nowhere to go; he's tired now that it's over, worn flat, and unable to muster the energy to pretend otherwise. Still, he takes the drink once his hand is bound, and drinks. Later, when he's alone, the alcohol might help him sleep. His hand stings when he takes the glass, but he ignores that. He'll have to treat the cut later. See if it needs stitches or just a thorough cleaning. He can't afford to let it get infected. ]
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Another gesture. Of course.
He picks up the cloth and begins to bind his hand. The shard he drops. No use for it now. ]
You bought me a drink.
[ It comes off a little flat, not quite conversational. The burst of adrenaline that he got from expecting a fight had nowhere to go; he's tired now that it's over, worn flat, and unable to muster the energy to pretend otherwise. Still, he takes the drink once his hand is bound, and drinks. Later, when he's alone, the alcohol might help him sleep. His hand stings when he takes the glass, but he ignores that. He'll have to treat the cut later. See if it needs stitches or just a thorough cleaning. He can't afford to let it get infected. ]