Evangeline warily eyes the crystal blue liquid presented to her by the bartender. She freezes solid as a plethora of repressed memories resurface - the colour and texture reminding her of thing she had done her best to forget.
She forces herself to pick up the glass and quickly rests it on the bar table, her hand noticeably shaking as she does so.
Eva silently looks on for the remainder of Bret's speech, lingering in an unmoving trance even when the hosts' praise was directed at her; Vixen's kitten curled up on her lap.
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