Ah! Zack! [She quickly speaks as if to scold his train of thought but it's too late to stop him. The thick liquid is out of the bottle and down his throat. He appears fine though his features don't give Justine much hope as to the taste of the potion.]
I'd rather you not die on our date. [It'd be unfortunate.
Justine takes the potion and downs the remaining liquid. Her tongue laps gently against the roof of her mouth as a little tingle glides down her throat and settles in her stomach. She has no idea how long they have to wait to feel it's affects.
Her dark eyes glance up at Zack and then gently take his hand in hers, running the tip of her finger along his palm.]
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I'd rather you not die on our date. [It'd be unfortunate.
Justine takes the potion and downs the remaining liquid. Her tongue laps gently against the roof of her mouth as a little tingle glides down her throat and settles in her stomach. She has no idea how long they have to wait to feel it's affects.
Her dark eyes glance up at Zack and then gently take his hand in hers, running the tip of her finger along his palm.]
So? How do you feel?