[ That's a little more like it — the smile is a little more genuine now, eyes still bright as she sets both bottles back down on their counter. Her teasing held at bay — only for the time being — as she takes a proper look at their selection.
Unsurprisingly, she barely recognizes half of the alcohol bottles; but if the numbers on them mean anything, they're strong; apparently this particular place doesn't play around when it comes to their drinks. Red straightens out a little, reaching over to grab a glass from the far side and setting it between the two of them.
A flourish of hands at Ocelot, as she turns to look at him again. The veteran can go first, should he wish. ]
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Unsurprisingly, she barely recognizes half of the alcohol bottles; but if the numbers on them mean anything, they're strong; apparently this particular place doesn't play around when it comes to their drinks. Red straightens out a little, reaching over to grab a glass from the far side and setting it between the two of them.
A flourish of hands at Ocelot, as she turns to look at him again. The veteran can go first, should he wish. ]