[did Robin really expect an answer? Irahl only slides him a glance as he takes the bottle back--maybe it was supposed to be a flat or pointed look, but he's too drunk and squinty to pull something like that off successfully--and he gladly takes another drink. a big one.
he tilts his head back a little for this one and, this time, he's better braced for it. he manages not to cough as it burns the whole way down, but he does wipe his mouth afterward to keep the stuff from sitting on his skin for too long.
and he doesn't automatically tip it Robin's way again, afterwards. he just sits with it a minute, waiting for the burn to clear out of his throat, and not really looking anywhere. he's got that same look of distant, abstract focus that he'd had at the bar, when he'd been steadily stringing drink after drink together.]
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he tilts his head back a little for this one and, this time, he's better braced for it. he manages not to cough as it burns the whole way down, but he does wipe his mouth afterward to keep the stuff from sitting on his skin for too long.
and he doesn't automatically tip it Robin's way again, afterwards. he just sits with it a minute, waiting for the burn to clear out of his throat, and not really looking anywhere. he's got that same look of distant, abstract focus that he'd had at the bar, when he'd been steadily stringing drink after drink together.]