She tries not to think about la catrina. Things go a bit strange on her when she does it too much, for too long.
She smiles anyway, toasting his bottle to hers, drinking. By the time she's letting it soak into her tongue and breathing around the sting, by the time she's swallowing, he's saying that and she feels the expression drain out of her face.
She leans forward and stares down, first only a little, but then a bit further.
"What's the angriest you've ever been, Chris?" Her nails dig into glass, and cement.
"I don't need details of what happened. Just what were you prepared to do?"
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She smiles anyway, toasting his bottle to hers, drinking. By the time she's letting it soak into her tongue and breathing around the sting, by the time she's swallowing, he's saying that and she feels the expression drain out of her face.
She leans forward and stares down, first only a little, but then a bit further.
"What's the angriest you've ever been, Chris?" Her nails dig into glass, and cement.
"I don't need details of what happened. Just what were you prepared to do?"