[ down, down, down it goes... it feels like she's drowning, almost, and she can feel the tickle of air as it escapes past the lip of the glass and down her throat, fooling her body into thinking, a moment, that all's well--
and she chokes, the glass slapping thankfully just against the beanbag, but this beanbag is now ruined with what leftover beer was within it while she tries to catch her breath, forcing herself to be even (in, out, in, out) and it's just so pathetic. face red and shoulders slouched, her chest hurts as she breathes in raggedly and then sighs, every bit of pain in it.
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and she chokes, the glass slapping thankfully just against the beanbag, but this beanbag is now ruined with what leftover beer was within it while she tries to catch her breath, forcing herself to be even (in, out, in, out) and it's just so pathetic. face red and shoulders slouched, her chest hurts as she breathes in raggedly and then sighs, every bit of pain in it.
... ugh. ]