[ Geralt does not think twice about taking the half-empty bottle of whisky with him as he follows Dean out the door. It is not because he's a passenger; it's that the concept of going into a car less than sober is not one which Geralt holds any awareness of. He's mounted his horse drunk before, and he was hardly the first. Not like much happens as a Witcher except you take a bruise in a fall.
It also takes a hell of a lot more alcohol to bring him to a state where his reflexes are no longer fully functioning. As it is, he's loose and more prone to talking, but entirely steady.
The car sits sleek and shiny in the late afternoon sun. It's always caught his attention, the material. He remembers thinking as such, too, when he saw Amos' spaceship: the amount of metal and steel. To him, these remain expensive materials to mine and forge. Enough that it's startling to see it used in such large quantities.
He peers through the window. His remark is drier than the Cadens' desert. ] Does she speak?
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It also takes a hell of a lot more alcohol to bring him to a state where his reflexes are no longer fully functioning. As it is, he's loose and more prone to talking, but entirely steady.
The car sits sleek and shiny in the late afternoon sun. It's always caught his attention, the material. He remembers thinking as such, too, when he saw Amos' spaceship: the amount of metal and steel. To him, these remain expensive materials to mine and forge. Enough that it's startling to see it used in such large quantities.
He peers through the window. His remark is drier than the Cadens' desert. ] Does she speak?