[Stop judging her just because she doesn't have an alien virus' tolerance for alcohol.
Evelyn pushes her teacup away, elbows on the table, hands clasped together and chin resting on top of them. She smiles blithely and nods.]
Certainly. I'll be...fine.
[She would get up and move to the bed as proof, but Evelyn has the feeling she might fall over on her way there. To be helpfully reassuring with the statement that she can take care of herself, Evie stands and wobbles, holding onto the table.
...maybe not so fine after all.
And good Lord, this is all rather hilarious, isn't it?]
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Evelyn pushes her teacup away, elbows on the table, hands clasped together and chin resting on top of them. She smiles blithely and nods.]
Certainly. I'll be...fine.
[She would get up and move to the bed as proof, but Evelyn has the feeling she might fall over on her way there. To be helpfully reassuring with the statement that she can take care of herself, Evie stands and wobbles, holding onto the table.
...maybe not so fine after all.
And good Lord, this is all rather hilarious, isn't it?]