Effy hated when other people were right. On her way to the couch, she grabbed the bottle of vodka off the floor. She settled onto the couch with a sigh, the black and white cat joining her. His looked was clear, and was to be taken as 'I tooooold you, you were being stupid.' With that be began kneading her chest, purring loudly. Effy let the cat be, turning to Flauros. "If you care about Gin so much, why were you so awful to him when we first got here? You can't care about someone AND hate them. It's one or the other." She almost regretted speaking her mind, but she quickly swallowed her doubts. The cat glanced at Flauros, it was obvious he was on Effy's side for this one. 

With another long, drawn out sigh, Effy unscrewed the top of the bottle. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to drink, though. "Flauros, what are you? I'm sorry if that's not the PC way to ask that question, but I don't know any other way to ask."