[ At first, she doesn't pick up on anything out of the ordinary, her readiness to accept a second drink motivating a closer proximity to him — or so she believes, drawn in by the desire to consume more liquor in order to navigate the conversation with an ease that she doesn't entirely feel.
Instead, the sudden cracking sound draws her gaze down to where shards of glass protrude from between his fingers, and almost immediately she's up on her feet, moving hastily to set her glass aside and then returning to him to try and extricate the lower half of the bottle from his grasp without shifting the broken pieces any further. ]
Are you alright? [ He's gripping it so tightly that she can't tell if he's gouged himself deeply enough to draw blood, but her hand gently guides up underneath his and eases the bottle free with a small wince in her expression. ] Open your hand for me.
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Instead, the sudden cracking sound draws her gaze down to where shards of glass protrude from between his fingers, and almost immediately she's up on her feet, moving hastily to set her glass aside and then returning to him to try and extricate the lower half of the bottle from his grasp without shifting the broken pieces any further. ]
Are you alright? [ He's gripping it so tightly that she can't tell if he's gouged himself deeply enough to draw blood, but her hand gently guides up underneath his and eases the bottle free with a small wince in her expression. ] Open your hand for me.