You’re just making me wanna see it more.
[Harry complains with a slight slur rounding out his vowels, a hefty headstart on Hill finally revealing itself in the slow turn he takes into something a little beyond ‘buzzed’. Comfortable, nonetheless; as shown when he takes another eager draw from his short glass.]
Mmn. [He sounds from within it, speaking when he withdraws.]
Okay my state has nothing to do with it. you… It or you… Drink the drink. Enjoy.
Aw, that’s too bad.
[She tips the glass toward her mouth and takes a swift swallow. A hissing breath parts her lips– sake’s not her favorite, but it’ll do. Brows spike, Maria tilts her head. There’s a part of her that’s eager to see where this goes, what comes of Harry Osborn getting comfortable, so long as it doesn’t end with her fireman-carrying him back to his hotel room at the end of the night.]
Sure, Osborn. You’re so far ahead I might not catch up in time.