[Shepard holds up a finger as the exclaimation goes off behind her. She heard the door open but she'd been mid-swig. It takes her another solid second to finish downing the drink.
Vodka. Probably.]
Years of practice; it also helps if you want to die a lot.
[She sets the glass down and turns to spot a...what an actual teenager? With wings? Weird but sure, why not? A teenager staring at her in mild horror.]
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Vodka. Probably.]
Years of practice; it also helps if you want to die a lot.
[She sets the glass down and turns to spot a...what an actual teenager? With wings? Weird but sure, why not? A teenager staring at her in mild horror.]
Aren't you too young to be in here?