She picked up the glass and drank it.
Then she looked at the second glass—the one she had poured for him—and tilted her head with a dazed, almost sheepish expression.
"Why did I forget you can't drink?" She laughed softly to herself. "I'll take this one too, then."
She drank it in one go.
"That's actually really good." She pressed her lips together, savoring it.
The deep red wine left a faint shimmer on her lips, making them look full and impossibly soft in the dim light.
She had always been a terrible drinker. She almost never touched alcohol.
But tonight, she didn't care.
She poured herself another glass—nearly to the brim—and drank it like water.
By the time she set the glass down, she felt light. Weightless. Like something that had been pressing on her chest all day had quietly lifted away.
*This is nice.*
She tilted her head and looked at Kellan.
