[She makes a face that very obviously translates to bitch please.]
Vodka, Dimitri. It's even Russian so your delicate taste buds won't revolt at something gross like... Smirnoff. [She would never do that to him. And she crouches down to grab the bottle of Russian Standard Imperia from underneath the table where she hid it because it is hers, thank you very much. She doesn't like Stoli.]
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Vodka, Dimitri. It's even Russian so your delicate taste buds won't revolt at something gross like... Smirnoff. [She would never do that to him. And she crouches down to grab the bottle of Russian Standard Imperia from underneath the table where she hid it because it is hers, thank you very much. She doesn't like Stoli.]