[ the kick makes him wheeze and gag, and he barely manages to turn his head in time to spit up some foul, bitter froth. Proof he had been drinking on an empty stomach. He can't taste it, but the slimy acidity is enough to make him retch further, covering his mouth, Adam's Apple bobbing franticly as he fights down the reflex.
Only thing worse than puking is puking in front of someone else.
It's a close thing, if the thread of drool that connects his wet lips to his shiny palm when he pulls it away is anything to go by. But that has to be enough. Vincent glares up at her with open hostility... but does, in fact, get his hands and feet back under him and manages to stand, using the stool as a brace.
His eyes fall on the bottle. He could scream: it's late, but not THAT late that no one would hear, even through the station's sound proofing.
Cw: emoto/vomiting
Only thing worse than puking is puking in front of someone else.
It's a close thing, if the thread of drool that connects his wet lips to his shiny palm when he pulls it away is anything to go by. But that has to be enough. Vincent glares up at her with open hostility... but does, in fact, get his hands and feet back under him and manages to stand, using the stool as a brace.
His eyes fall on the bottle. He could scream: it's late, but not THAT late that no one would hear, even through the station's sound proofing.
But he does not. Just watches it intently]