Kaven was decidedly not dead from drinking the vodka (she would never understand how he could down a shot at, like, 6AM, like the sun is hardly even out) which was a significant point in favour of drinking the juice. At the same time, though, the driver was cheers-ing her in the rear view mirror, which she interpreted as an urging to drink the juice. Such an insistence from the driver did not sit well with her; why would they care about whether or not she drank it if they didn’t have some ulterior motive? Hm? HM?
Eeva could feel the engine humming beneath her, but the car remained stationary, and so she came to the conclusion that the driver would likely not move until she drank the orange juice. And if they didn’t move… well then she’d never get to reap the rewards of this mission when they succeeded (and they would succeed). She exhaled, the air blowing out of her mouth with a little more force than breathing necessitated. Despite her suspiciousness, she wasn’t really willing to pass up this potentially lucrative mission, nor was she particularly financially able to. Much of her unease waned as she regarded Kaven’s present okay-ness, but a fair amount of doubt still lingered even as she came to a reluctant decision.
Her fingers slowly wrapped around the cool glass, lifting it to her mouth, where she took a small small sip of the juice—just enough to taste. Bringing it a few centimetres down, Eeva offered a small, tight-lipped smile to the driver through the rearview mirror as she waited to see whether she would die where the driver would take them.
@Littlefeets & @CrazyCaliope
really sorry for the wait I’m finally in the right headspace again