She glances over her shoulder at the guy, then reaches for the bottle itself, unscrewing the top and taking a swallow. "I don't do hints," she says – to him, to the Bar, to –
Okay. Maybe just to those two. As she tips the bottle up, she glances down at the sheaves of paper and stacks of books on his table, the laptop he's working on. "Sheesh."
Wynonna sets the bottle down. "Actually, maybe you need this more than I do. What's with the homework, braniac?"
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Date: 2023-01-05 07:18 pm (UTC)Okay. Maybe just to those two. As she tips the bottle up, she glances down at the sheaves of paper and stacks of books on his table, the laptop he's working on. "Sheesh."
Wynonna sets the bottle down. "Actually, maybe you need this more than I do. What's with the homework, braniac?"