[Wilhelm should probably be worried — and he still is, his concern hovering like an overcast sky — but he can't help but also be impressed when Rhy knocks back a substantial fraction of the bottle in one go. Hey, there are worse coping mechanisms than booze. Besides, it's just one bottle, and Wilhelm is here to look after him.
At the invitation, he nods. His smile warms then flickers. He takes a little swig of wine and, juggling the bottle from hand to hand, pulls off each of his boots to get comfortable.]
I can stay longer than that.
[Because judging by the first round, this bottle won't outlast the hour.]
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At the invitation, he nods. His smile warms then flickers. He takes a little swig of wine and, juggling the bottle from hand to hand, pulls off each of his boots to get comfortable.]
I can stay longer than that.
[Because judging by the first round, this bottle won't outlast the hour.]