[She considers breaking his fingers, but even in her drunken stupor she thinks that might be a bad idea. She had brought him in here to try and keep suspicion off her back -- that wouldn't help in the morning.
So she just keeps pulling her hand back.
But eventually she gives in and untangles herself from the bottle depressingly. She's not going to sleep if he keeps bothering her anyway, may as well just. Whatever.
She's not going to give it to him though. She's going to petulantly put it down on the floor for him to go get.]
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So she just keeps pulling her hand back.
But eventually she gives in and untangles herself from the bottle depressingly. She's not going to sleep if he keeps bothering her anyway, may as well just. Whatever.
She's not going to give it to him though. She's going to petulantly put it down on the floor for him to go get.]