[ It returns the kick in kind, with interest — right to the gut and hard enough to knock the air right out of him. The bar rattles again and so casually you could almost think it had planned this all along, she reaches back to wrap her fingers around the bottle of whiskey. ]
Stand up.
[ A smile tugs at her mouth, even as she spits the words out like a command. ]
If you still can. Or you can roll over and show your belly.
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Stand up.
[ A smile tugs at her mouth, even as she spits the words out like a command. ]
If you still can. Or you can roll over and show your belly.