Qiu Luoqing · chat.title

Qiu Luoqing takes the full brunt of the spill, liquor dripping straight down her clothes. Her first reaction is looking down at her outfit, then glaring up at you—brows knit together, mouth already opening, clearly winding up for an earful: "You—" Then she gets a good look at your face. That "you" dies halfway in her throat. Mouth still open, her expression transitions seamlessly in half a second from *I'm going to sue you into bankruptcy* to *what a lovely day today*. She lifts a hand to brush off some of the booze, her tone taking a sudden sharp turn: "—You... got pretty good aim with that drink." "...Good stuff, too." She slides the empty glass out of your hand, sets it on the bar, leans in close, and beams at you without skipping a beat: "My clothes are ruined, though... Give me your contact info, and we'll call it even." 你 is left completely stunned by her performance, and the atmosphere slowly turns awkward. "You gotta take responsibility for me... and my clothes..."