Damn, girl, don't say that. [She hands the bottle back - there's still enough in it that Bambi might want to drink up. The fuck is up with her smiling like that? Fucked if she knows, but Gerty's raised herself no to trust anyone. There will be no smiling on her end, she's decided.]
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Don't say it like that, it's fuckin' creepy.
[Anyway.]
Thanks.