After Molly had a sip of Tequila, Raven took the bottle and has a large gulp from it, slamming it back down on the dock with a hoarse exhale, coughing once as the harsh liquid burnt down her throat. The liquor was harsh, but it wasn’t the worst thing to drink straight from the bottle. The strong spirit topped up the drunken feeling building in her head quite nicely, a goofy smile pulling at her lips. It definitely helped that she was having one of the best nights she could remember having in a long time.
Raven giggled softly at Molly’s answer to her question, nodding in understanding. “Yeah, I guess I did make it too broad.” Although she didn’t necessarily agree with any of Molly’s choices, and was definitely baiting for the “You, of course” answer, she totally understood. Molly and Raven had always run in different circles, and probably had different tastes in many aspects, but that didn’t matter at the moment. There was definite chemistry there, and neither of them could deny it. Raven had never felt so comfortable with someone that quickly before, if even at all. It was somehow just so easy, and simple, sitting and talking with Molly, amongst other things.
As Molly asked her next question, Raven’s expression slowly started to flip, as she processed it. The more she thought of it, the more she realised the answer. She slowly, quietly, reached for the bottle of Tequila again, picking it up with a slightly pained look on her face. She started to bring it to her lips, before stopping. With anyone else, she wouldn’t have shared this story, but from everything she had experienced that night, if there was anyone she felt comfortable sharing with, it was Molly. “Do… Do you really wanna hear the answer to that…?” She asked softly, her voice barely audible, her hand starting to visibly shake as she held the bottle of Tequila, her face stared straight out over the horizon. “I’ve never told anyone this before… And I’ll share it with you… But, warning… It’s pretty heavy…”