Brigitte Regan Derrick (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} opaquely) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rent_asunder, |
Brigitte couldn't help but notice the tone of Nickolas' voice when he spoke. She shuttered a bit, half because of that disapproving tone she assumed was towards her piping up, and half because she was freezing cold in the stupid black dress she had deemed appropriate for a day out. Stiletto heels clomped over the cobblestone walkway as Brigitte allowed her fiance to lead her. Her bare legs had very visible goosebumps on them. She was frozen.
Once at the Leaky Cauldron, Brigitte still remained quiet. After receiving such a disapproving tone the last time she spoke up, she did not plan on doing that again. How many times had her father told her not to speak until spoken to? It was very sixteenth century, but it was the way she was raised.
Brigitte watched as the two glasses of firewhiskey were placed on their table. She blinked at the dark liquor almost questioningly. Brigitte, though almost twenty-two, had never been drunk. In fact, the only types of alcohol she had been exposed to were wines and champagnes. She had never been curious about liquor either. But she couldn't not drink the drink Nickolas ordered her, right? Brigitte raised the glass to her lips and took a tiny sip before coughing and choking on it. It was so bitter, and it burned her throat! Her cheeks flushed bright red. "Sorry, sir," Brigitte muttered between chokes. The drink was simply awful.
Once at the Leaky Cauldron, Brigitte still remained quiet. After receiving such a disapproving tone the last time she spoke up, she did not plan on doing that again. How many times had her father told her not to speak until spoken to? It was very sixteenth century, but it was the way she was raised.
Brigitte watched as the two glasses of firewhiskey were placed on their table. She blinked at the dark liquor almost questioningly. Brigitte, though almost twenty-two, had never been drunk. In fact, the only types of alcohol she had been exposed to were wines and champagnes. She had never been curious about liquor either. But she couldn't not drink the drink Nickolas ordered her, right? Brigitte raised the glass to her lips and took a tiny sip before coughing and choking on it. It was so bitter, and it burned her throat! Her cheeks flushed bright red. "Sorry, sir," Brigitte muttered between chokes. The drink was simply awful.