[ ex-mama over here is busy trying to strong-arm the door to the storage room. it'd been sitting wonky on its hinges all damn day, and buffy has grown tired of the way it catches on the floor tiles every time she tries to to nudge it closed.
but winry's outburst draws her attention. she glances at the pair. ] Oh, for God's sake -- Horner. Give the girl her cocktail. Use the good rum. Not the Screech.
[ her tone sweetens when she addresses the girl directly: ] Hi, Win.
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but winry's outburst draws her attention. she glances at the pair. ] Oh, for God's sake -- Horner. Give the girl her cocktail. Use the good rum. Not the Screech.
[ her tone sweetens when she addresses the girl directly: ] Hi, Win.