[ Rhy laughs, a brief sound that on anyone else might have sounded like a scoff, but he makes it sound somehow earnest. Warm, clearly laughing in commiseration with the implied discomfort, not at it.
The drink is, in fact, wine. Rhy has a matching glass, and takes a drink. ]
And not even in a fun way! A right shame, really. In better contexts, it doesn't have to be a nightmare at all.
[ He's not flirting, just lightening the mood with a stupid, slightly raunchy joke. But the way he smiles and winks, leaning close when he lowers his voice for the last bit, it's entirely his fault if someone gets the wrong idea. ]
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The drink is, in fact, wine. Rhy has a matching glass, and takes a drink. ]
And not even in a fun way! A right shame, really. In better contexts, it doesn't have to be a nightmare at all.
[ He's not flirting, just lightening the mood with a stupid, slightly raunchy joke. But the way he smiles and winks, leaning close when he lowers his voice for the last bit, it's entirely his fault if someone gets the wrong idea. ]