"You just...?" I simply shake my head and sigh. I suppose it can't be helped, I'm as fraught with worry over Simon. Before I left our flat I nearly put my shoes on the wrong feet.
"You don't mix different alcohols," I say, dipping my face closer for another sniff. It smells like he's poured whiskey, vodka, and wine together. Honestly. "You mix them with things like soda or juice. Nevermind. I'll make a new one." I stand up, and look over at him. "Would you like one as well?"
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Date: 2016-03-30 05:52 am (UTC)"You don't mix different alcohols," I say, dipping my face closer for another sniff. It smells like he's poured whiskey, vodka, and wine together. Honestly. "You mix them with things like soda or juice. Nevermind. I'll make a new one." I stand up, and look over at him. "Would you like one as well?"