Pansy, too, finished downing her glass, placing it down, deliberating whether to have another. She could feel the effects already, despite her developed tolerance from frequent indulgences, but this was not enough to overcome her present weight, and earlier purging.
She felt a smile at Daphne's laughter, sensations abuzz at the sound of her giggles. "That theory works, too," she said, nodding. She arched a perfectly plucked brow. "They make goo-goo eyes over Millicent, I think," she added, going for the bottle again. Her thoughts turned again to the alcohol, trying to keep them off of Daphne and how inviting she looked, how her porcelain-like skin seemed to glow, how her dark, sultry eyes seemed to beckon her nearer, how her--
"Would you like another?" she inquired, taking a step close to Daphne, feeling a warm pleasantness, a smile spreading across her lips. She bit her bottom lip, the thoughts coming back again, feeling a heat rise to her features.