lille aleyne, piece on the side. (rending) wrote in emillion,
Audrey wanted Lille to make faces, and make faces she would. She was not a stranger to mead, but there was a reason she preferred ale—but, just as well, she couldn't refuse a pretty girl offering her a drink. Or anyone, really. Audrey passed her the mead, Lille took a small sip, and her entire face scrunched up in immediate distaste. "Oh—thank you!" she sputtered, sliding the mead away. "But I don't want to drink your drink! I'll just—stick with my ale!"
Taking an overlarge drink of ale to wash the taste out of her mouth, she watched Ari toss, bounce, and miss her gil piece, groaning sympathetically. "Bad luck!" she said, and lifted her glass. There was a touch of confidence there. "Now you must drink!"
She held her coin up, squinted at the glass on the table with one eye shut, and then bounced it an angle—it hit the table once and then slipped right over the lip of the glass and into the well. Lille grinned and, turning to Kiernan, said almost apologetically. "Zacheus knows I drink, of course, though I've quite kept how good I am at Gils from him! Just in case he ever lets me out to a drinking night with his friends in the Rangers." Almost a wink there, though that was, of course, quite beyond Lille's limited arsenal of coy behavior. She only grinned, and nodded to Aspel. "You're up!"