[ Gray carefully takes the bottle, gives the opening a sniff, and feels a sudden deluge of doubt at the assault of the alcohol on her baby nose. She can't really discern a particular aroma, just a burning otherness, but it's a bit too late now to hand the bottle back. Maybe it's something that has to be tasted rather than smelled...
Gray gingerly brings the bottle to her mouth, tips it ever so carefully so that she can get the baaaarest of sips
and predictably spittakes in a graceless spray of alcohol. Blessedly, she manages to lower the bottle quickly enough to not spoil the batch. Her expression is confused and betrayed as if she'd been tricked into licking a boot. ]
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Gray gingerly brings the bottle to her mouth, tips it ever so carefully so that she can get the baaaarest of sips
and predictably spittakes in a graceless spray of alcohol. Blessedly, she manages to lower the bottle quickly enough to not spoil the batch. Her expression is confused and betrayed as if she'd been tricked into licking a boot. ]