She's watching him, in the fuzzy, unfocused way of someone who could be asleep if they tried a little harder, but is feeling lazy about it. Her now-empty glass is settled in beside her, just in case she gets thirsty later.
(There's an open bottle of vodka. It'll happen.)
Finally she realizes what's been bugging her, and sits up a bit.
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Date: 2012-03-02 06:36 am (UTC)(There's an open bottle of vodka. It'll happen.)
Finally she realizes what's been bugging her, and sits up a bit.
(Her scalp itches. Salt water sucks.)
"Do you want me to do it?"