[Waver makes a (slightly) undignified sound as the bottle comes flying at his face.
He instinctively takes a step back, his hands reaching out to grab the bottle. It slips through his fingers, but the tops of his palms catch the lid, and he bends forward, awkwardly landing the bottle on the ground between his hands.
Standing up straight again, the bottle falls over with a dull 'thunk' of shifting water.]
What was that for?! Did you hear 'I could use a drink' in there somewhere?
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[Waver makes a (slightly) undignified sound as the bottle comes flying at his face.
He instinctively takes a step back, his hands reaching out to grab the bottle. It slips through his fingers, but the tops of his palms catch the lid, and he bends forward, awkwardly landing the bottle on the ground between his hands.
Standing up straight again, the bottle falls over with a dull 'thunk' of shifting water.]
What was that for?! Did you hear 'I could use a drink' in there somewhere?