Tuni simply stared at him. Was he seriously going to make her drink? He looked like he was. She could refuse to but then it would be awkward sitting there. She also figured he'd continue speaking nonsense and calling her strange names. Rufus had a weird taste in friends. But then again, he had picked her. So..maybe she should really think that way.

Throwing all caution to the wind, she brought the bottle to her lips despite the fact he'd probably been drinking it in such a way and took a rather hearty swig. Perhaps too hearty. It burned like something she'd never felt before and she soon found herself coughing. Once recovered, she looked up and saw he'd stuck his hand out. She gladly handed it over before wiping at her lips with the back of her hand.

"Why not him?" she questioned back, raising a brow in something of defiance back at him.

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