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“Well, so long as we’re both in agreement.” And she was right back to a teasing tone, and her attempts to suppress a smirk finally failed completely. In the past few seconds, the shade of red had darkened by a few shades, and it had not been because of the port. She lingered close, contemplating —

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Although her glass was still half full, Gallagher had managed to convince Tora to set the distraction down so she could properly focus on him. “You want to hear my guesses?” Uncrossing her legs, she set her free hand on the floor between the two of them and leaned forward a few inches. The smirk —

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By that point in the evening, it would take a substantial amount of biting her lip or hiding behind her glass to maintain a filter. Of course she tried both when the subject returned to her roaming thoughts, but she did not achieve any notable levels of success. Following a sip meant to hide a —

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It was a good thing the bottle was finally finished off. All of the attempts to pace herself could not cancel out the sheer quantity of alcohol already in her system. Her temples still pounded in a desperate reminder to drink some water — and of course she was still ignoring the warning. It went —

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She had some good scar-related stories to tell whenever the opportunity presented itself. For the moment, however, she was again being occupied with more alcohol. To answer his question, Tora lifted her glass and extended it toward Gallagher. “The bottle’s not going to finish itself.” The port —

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Tora hummed in consideration a few moments. None of Gallagher’s ideas were bad. In fact, she had some similar ideas herself. “That would give me more to show off,” she mused, shrugging a shoulder. “Right now it’s just some scars, as far as markings go.” Which, at least above the waist, she was —

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“Oh, the fingers hurt the most for sure — but they were quick.” She gave him a few more moments to look over the tattoos on her hands before she moved to lift her glass again. One small sip later and she had finished off her first glass of port. “I’ve considered it.” As she lowered her glass to —

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There were a lot of jokes, teases, and flirts she could have made with the text on his tramp stamp, and they were all very tempting. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from blurring out whichever one first came to mind. “Well, it’s only fair you get to see mine now.” Tora wasn’t shy about —

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Watching the display, Tora whistled as the tattoos were shown off — which was shortly followed by a giddy laugh. She didn’t judge him for the tramp stamp, even if it had been unexpected. Of course, she was also studying more than just his ink. As he finished up his display, Tora took a sip of her —

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She listened with a smile, which softened upon hearing about Donnie’s drop — but that smile of hers rebounded when Gallagher went on to say how he was doing now. A simple “good” was mouthed as not to cut Gallagher off, and she waited several seconds after he had finished before speaking herself. —

Another sip of port was taken, though not as tentatively small as the first. It went down easy. “Something like that. I guess I’ve racked up a lot of experience with it.” That might have been an understatement. Had her parents any idea how early she had started her enthusiastic alcohol resistance —

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With a full glass in her hand, Tora lifted it to her lips and took a small sip as she listened to Gallagher. She was going to pace herself as best she could. When the subject of all the things running through her mind was brought up again, Tora grinned. There were so many thoughts whirling around —

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“Don’t you worry.” Maybe he should worry. Tora took it upon herself to pour the first two glasses, and even with both hands on the bottle she started a little shaky. Luckily she steadied out, and managed not to spill any of the prized loot. “I’m not out of the race yet. We’ll finish it.” Given —

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“Last time I had port,” Tora set the bottle down and got to work on removing the cork, “was the Christmas… A year before I joined?” Her coordination was not as, well, coordinated as normal, but she managed to open the bottle without much of a fuss. The sound the cork made once past the glass had —

Setting a hand in the table, she leaned over the bottles and ran an index finger over their labels. Vodka was just about the only liquor she regularly had straight from the bottle. Otherwise, she generally settled for sweet cocktails. For a few quiet moments she surveyed the bottles — chiefly —

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The enemy only hates me because they’re jealous of how pretty I am.

Even though the purpose of her visit had her mind elsewhere, Tora still made a point of looking everything over. The photos made her think briefly of home, and to a torn and charred photograph she still kept secure in her armor. It had been a long time since she could really stop to look at it. —

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Fortunately, with his help, Tora was able to make it to his quarters without incident. Upon reaching and entering Gallagher’s quarters, she slowed to look around. Other than foxholes and the space of a single bunk in the barracks, Tora had not had her own space since before she joined. She was —

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She isn’t an alcoholic. She’s just an alcohol enthusiast.

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His double entendre almost immediately prompted Tora to laugh. She sat up a little straighter in her arms so she could reach up and drape on her hers over his shoulders. While maybe not tall enough to do so comfortably without a little extra hoisting on his part, she did not seem to mind really —

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“If you have your own stock,” her tone was transitioning from playful to mischievous, “maybe we should just bypass the bar. Not even take the risk of finding out they have nothing good, and wasting our time.” That devilish smirk of hers remained, though the corners of her lips were tugging to —

“I’ll be fine,” her answer came accompanied by a giddy laugh. With the bag secure and slung over her shoulder, she moved her arm off the table and stood straight. Well, as straight as she could stand. She swayed a little on her feet, but did not seem like she was liable to topple over while mostly —

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Tora was ecstatic — but she managed to behave herself for the moment. For the duration of the kiss she fought in vain to contain a smile. When the two finally parted, however, she was quick to adopt a big grin. “I think,” Tora cooed, “that would be wonderful.” With that, Tora leaned back and —

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“Well, you see…” It had been a miracle that Tora hadn’t acted on impulse out to that point. Their proximity normally would have been enough, even without having so many drinks prior. Somehow, she had managed to be patient right up until it was impossible for her. Maybe she had just been enjoying —

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“Alright big guy, let’s see how you do after your drink.” And her drink, of course. She was not about to walk into a bar — or be carried into one — and not order herself something. That would be entirely against her reputation of being irresponsible. “Let’s hope they have anything good in stock.”

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“Careful now,” Tora attempted a serious tone, but she was almost immediately interrupted by a short laugh, “or I may think you’re trying to flirt. I don’t think you’d be able to keep up with me, then.” If Rtaza thought she was a menace now, he hadn’t seen anything yet.

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“I owe you a drink?” Tora feigned a scoff, rolling her eyes in the process. The act was not kept up for more than a few seconds. “You’re lucky you called me cute. Come on, carry me to the bar.”

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