[Anne's not very prim and proper outside of performative politeness, anyway. She takes the bottle, and throws it back like a pro. She's gotta keep some coolness points with Santana at least, now that she's dissolved into this. She has to stop to breathe, though, because her nose is full of snot, and she kind of has to cough, which she at least has the courtesy to do into her sleeve.]
My ex. Henry-- sent his men. I served my purpose, and now he's done with me. He's here for my head. [The burning of the wine as she tries to keep it down helps her feel a little courageous at least. A little more Prussian.]
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My ex. Henry-- sent his men. I served my purpose, and now he's done with me. He's here for my head. [The burning of the wine as she tries to keep it down helps her feel a little courageous at least. A little more Prussian.]