[ Groaning again, Reggie leans on his arm and pulls his head up -- which feels impossibly heavy, like the body always tends to feel after a violent fit of vomiting -- and looks over at the offered flask. He's not convinced that liquor is what his stomach needs right about now, but he's also not about to say no to a free drink.
Even from a stranger, which is probably something he should reconsider in the future. Reggie wipes his mouth and reaches for the flask, taking a small swig just to rinse and spit with first before taking a longer, grateful drink -- though it stings, and he winces, when he finally swallows. ]
Thanks. [ He smiles weakly, though his eyebrow arches upward in vague skepticism. ] I probably needed that more than the food, anyway.
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Even from a stranger, which is probably something he should reconsider in the future. Reggie wipes his mouth and reaches for the flask, taking a small swig just to rinse and spit with first before taking a longer, grateful drink -- though it stings, and he winces, when he finally swallows. ]
Thanks. [ He smiles weakly, though his eyebrow arches upward in vague skepticism. ] I probably needed that more than the food, anyway.