Yang blinked, looking down at the half-empty small cup. She was alone, in her dorm, and she was, admittedly, confused.
She picked the cup up, inspecting the colorful liquid.
"Is this alcohol or perfume?"
She took a sniff of it. She still couldn't tell. She wanted to be able to tell.
So…
She downed the liquid all in one gulp…
... Fuck.
"It's perfume," she said, followed by a wince, a cough, and a large amount of regret.
That was when she noticed Blake, who had been in the room the whole time and was too quiet for her own good and had watched the entire thing.
Yang had never seen Blake so mortified and disgusted and disappointed and resigned all at once.
… Now that she thought of it, she'd never seen anyone make that face all at once and pulled it off.
"Yang, you hot idiot."
This is, of course, mostly inspired by real life…
In which I am Yang…