[ Save for when a group of her fellow mechanics at the chopshop had tried to install their own still with results that were purported to be able to liquefy a man's insides, there's not much Gaby won't try at least once in regards to alcohol or anything that's rumored to even contain a hint of liquor.
She's running her tongue against the corner of her mouth, trying to decide if that lingering taste is a result of her own nausea or whatever appears to be growing at the bottom of that bottle. It's possible the two are very, very connected. ]
Here. [ She's motioning to take the drink from him and force another swig, as if a second attempt will be enough to improve the situation, muttering something in German low and under her breath upon swallowing. ]
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She's running her tongue against the corner of her mouth, trying to decide if that lingering taste is a result of her own nausea or whatever appears to be growing at the bottom of that bottle. It's possible the two are very, very connected. ]
Here. [ She's motioning to take the drink from him and force another swig, as if a second attempt will be enough to improve the situation, muttering something in German low and under her breath upon swallowing. ]