[center][h3][color=f26522]Acacia 'Ace' Malikova[/color][/h3][/center]

Had remained propped upon the bench, leg resting upon its surface as baby blue sights trailed after every move Ryan made. He filled a bowl, grabbed a new rag and suddenly started rummaging throw her fridge. [i]Oh god, please don't tell me he's gonna grab the...[/i] her heart raced a moment as she watched him grab exactly what she was dreading. 

"[color=f26522]I was keeping that for special occasions,[/color]" she'd throw out in protest towards Ryan, "[color=f26522] This is not a special occasion,[/color]" she'd continue on and quickly emphasizing the '[u]not[/u]' to a heavy degree. Her voice audibly shaky at the idea of the liquor being used upon the open wound upon her ankle. 

As she continued listening and was offered the bottle part of her couldn't keep it in, "[color=f26522]Something like this never ends well,[/color]" she'd say out loud rather than saying it in her head. Slender fingers grasping the bottle neck as it  was offered her way, without even questioning the idea nor the fact she was probably underage she'd press the chilled rim to her lips and her head cocked back as far as it could. Shed drink a hefty mouthful or maybe two and then gripped the bottle tightly.

Her second hand visibly grasping the benches edge as she pressed herself against the wall and nodding at the stranger and speaking with a firm tone, "[color=f26522]Just get it over with quickly![/color]" She was allowing a stranger to apply some form of medical help to her and her mind wandered, [i]Why on earth am I doing this, I don't even know him.[/i]