[Ginia smiles and shrugs, toys with her next shot but doesn't take it yet. She's finishing hers faster, but hey, no matter. It can't hurt her and it doesn't even bother her that she's letting her alcohol tolerance show.
Frankly, there's already a lot that shows about her. Her frame, her height, her looks, her silence. More subtle are the healing bruises on her knuckles, the roughness worn into her fingers. The tired lines on her face, the deadness in her eyes.
What information Vandii has gathered for herself she can have.]
Time will tell, won't it.
[After a little more thought, Ginia goes for salt and lime with her tequila.]
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Frankly, there's already a lot that shows about her. Her frame, her height, her looks, her silence. More subtle are the healing bruises on her knuckles, the roughness worn into her fingers. The tired lines on her face, the deadness in her eyes.
What information Vandii has gathered for herself she can have.]
Time will tell, won't it.
[After a little more thought, Ginia goes for salt and lime with her tequila.]