The girls hisses in delight. "When you fight back in terror, that only helps me!"

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Sibnele plops the bottle into Sammy's hand. It's unlabeled, and the glass is smoky black.

she jumps ontop of her and pins her arms behind the girls back.

I put it up to my nose in curiosity eyes slightly narrowed.

The girl squirms a little, but doesn't put up much of a fight. Some of the color of your surroundings fade in. "Now you're doing it!" she giggles. "I'm sure you could do better next time, though."

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If depression had a scent, that's what the alcohol smells like. With a touch of cinnamon.

she looks around confused then the head ack comes again "w-what was that?"

The girl vanishes, and the surroundings look normal. Suddenly, a bird leans over you and looks at your face. It's Chansei, and they look worried.

My nose crinkles as I put the bottle to my lips and take a quick drink.

she sits up "hey?" she says weakly.

Chansei steps back and pumps its neck. "Hey," it repeats.

Raglan, who appears to be behind you, sighs in relief. Good. We had thought you would awaken.

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It certainly doesn't taste how it smells - the taste is almost elegant in a fashion. It's very smooth and deep, tasting like an oak-aged, fine whiskey with generous dobs of nutmeg and cinnamon.

No wonder Sibnele drinks so much.

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