[The water gets a dubious look. He knows alcohol, knows he's gone through too much to easily dilute, especially taking the kind of small sips that won't unsettle his stomach too much, or wash off the clingy patch she's applied to his lip. He makes a face after a small mouthful, looking for somewhere to put the glass down that doesn't require any kind of leaning movement.]
Tastes like chemicals.
[Or maybe that's just his cut mouth.
Eventually he attempts to push the glass between the couch cushions, scooping the cat up one handed to attempt this, slowly sinking more until his elbows are all that keeps his head above the seat.]
hold my hand, ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
Tastes like chemicals.
[Or maybe that's just his cut mouth.
Eventually he attempts to push the glass between the couch cushions, scooping the cat up one handed to attempt this, slowly sinking more until his elbows are all that keeps his head above the seat.]
I mean... thank you.