[ blake can tell she struck a nerve, and she winces, not sure what to do here. really, it's not that she doesn't trust him, so much as—generally, it's just not usually a great idea to let a recovering addict near the problem in the first place. she's seen enough to be aware of that much.
it's somewhat clear qrow is fronting a little, but... maybe not entirely. she doubts he's looking for an excuse to go over to the bar, and maybe learning to trust himself around the stuff isn't the worst idea. who can say. ]
Then... thanks. If you're sure. [ she relents, finally. it might be best to just let him. ] It's seven parts umeshu, three parts gin, and a little cranberry juice.
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it's somewhat clear qrow is fronting a little, but... maybe not entirely. she doubts he's looking for an excuse to go over to the bar, and maybe learning to trust himself around the stuff isn't the worst idea. who can say. ]
Then... thanks. If you're sure. [ she relents, finally. it might be best to just let him. ] It's seven parts umeshu, three parts gin, and a little cranberry juice.