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"wine"
Elphaba swirled the liquid around in the glass. Fiyero suggested she take this to help settle her stomach. She'd agreed, only to make him happy and avoid explaining why wine made her feel worse than the vomiting bug.
He noticed, though. Of course he noticed.
"Fae?" his brow furrowed. "Are you okay?"
She wasn't okay. Memories filled her mind of her Father throwing her around like a ragdoll in a drunken rage. The reek of drink on his breath. The sound of pottery smashing.
It was all she could do not to look at Fiyero as she threw up again.