[ With the distinct feeling that she's being fucked with, Johanna keeps her eyes on Armand, reaches for the glass, and lifts it to her nose to sniff.
... Yeah that's tomato juice. ]
You utter prat.
[ Since she has the glass already, she does take a sip. Bloody Marys are emphatically not her thing, but it's mostly about the power play at this point. ]
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... Yeah that's tomato juice. ]
You utter prat.
[ Since she has the glass already, she does take a sip. Bloody Marys are emphatically not her thing, but it's mostly about the power play at this point. ]