[Bill would laugh more at the sudden change- ha, and Fiddleford thought he could shut him up- but his mouth is currently preoccupied with the flask. At last he feels some give in the screw top and its contents splash generously into his- thankfully not eye- mouth, dribbling down his chin, sending a few rivulets down his neck.
He drinks greedily with great haste, forgetting to breathe until he resurfaces from his fervor with a sputtering gasp. Fiddleford gets his wish it seems, Bill has little to say as his chest heaves, catching his breathe and waiting for the alcohol to work its sweet magic.]
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[Bill would laugh more at the sudden change- ha, and Fiddleford thought he could shut him up- but his mouth is currently preoccupied with the flask. At last he feels some give in the screw top and its contents splash generously into his- thankfully not eye- mouth, dribbling down his chin, sending a few rivulets down his neck.
He drinks greedily with great haste, forgetting to breathe until he resurfaces from his fervor with a sputtering gasp. Fiddleford gets his wish it seems, Bill has little to say as his chest heaves, catching his breathe and waiting for the alcohol to work its sweet magic.]