[ Is anyone entirely human, really? You know, barring the actual alien in the room. ]
[ She takes another drink of the thing as if trying to get a gauge on the taste before answering: ]
Good. It's disgusting.
[ The universe really has decided her frankness would be contempt of the drink... Which you would think means she wouldn't finish it, but despite her apparent decision of its taste she continues to drink it all the same. As if wasting a glass of anything goes against some rigid moral code she's established. ]
It's only fun-sucking if drinking is where you find that. Anyone who's entire view is a bottle is already a waste. [ She frowns skeptically at the thought. For once, she doesn't mean it as critically as she does - if anything there's a certain lacing of concern. Like part of her can't help but think about Quill and how many times this was how he had "fun" while... failing to cope with the loss of her sister. ]
[ Someone who was more perspective to their own feelings may come to the conclusion that it's why she doesn't have a taste for it. She'd seen Quill wasted and no more the better for it. More times than she can count. Instead, she focuses solely on the last part as she asks deliberately: ]
no subject
[ She takes another drink of the thing as if trying to get a gauge on the taste before answering: ]
Good. It's disgusting.
[ The universe really has decided her frankness would be contempt of the drink... Which you would think means she wouldn't finish it, but despite her apparent decision of its taste she continues to drink it all the same. As if wasting a glass of anything goes against some rigid moral code she's established. ]
It's only fun-sucking if drinking is where you find that. Anyone who's entire view is a bottle is already a waste. [ She frowns skeptically at the thought. For once, she doesn't mean it as critically as she does - if anything there's a certain lacing of concern. Like part of her can't help but think about Quill and how many times this was how he had "fun" while... failing to cope with the loss of her sister. ]
[ Someone who was more perspective to their own feelings may come to the conclusion that it's why she doesn't have a taste for it. She'd seen Quill wasted and no more the better for it. More times than she can count. Instead, she focuses solely on the last part as she asks deliberately: ]
Why the hell would a drink need an umbrella?