( and miraculously, this time that round is served! clarke's mildly taken aback honestly, not expecting it to work but two shot glasses drift in front of dean (and only dean) and not entirely sure what to make of the work around to the captain's rules just being... have a baby sitter.
but also doesn't care. if he wants to clink their glasses together, she'll oblige. but otherwise clarke's — just gonna instantly shoot the entire shot. one big swallow, a familiar but not well practiced toss of her head. and after a lifetime of only ever being exposed to rough-brewed moonshine from a farm station teenager, vodka is... unreasonably smooth. like, basically water. )
...I'm not impressed.
( where's the visceral burn in the back of her throat that felt so much like choking back tears? where's the cathartic discomfort? why else did people drink? )
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but also doesn't care. if he wants to clink their glasses together, she'll oblige. but otherwise clarke's — just gonna instantly shoot the entire shot. one big swallow, a familiar but not well practiced toss of her head. and after a lifetime of only ever being exposed to rough-brewed moonshine from a farm station teenager, vodka is... unreasonably smooth. like, basically water. )
...I'm not impressed.
( where's the visceral burn in the back of her throat that felt so much like choking back tears? where's the cathartic discomfort? why else did people drink? )