"mmmhmph... Ya didn't tell me it was cherriesssss--- alcohol."
She was feeling the buzz beginning to tingle just under the surface of her skin.
"H..huusssssssskskskskk...imma blame yoooou."
"Usually, the cherries are toppers.. and not really... Alcoholic, in my defense."
Her face was now very, very suddenly warm. She awkwardly takes a seat on the barstool now.
"And awwww you caaaaaare~"
There's a comedic popping sound, and a single cherry hanging out of her mouth by the stem.
She helplessly grins at him, giggling as she shrugs with her hands up in surrender.
Oh this ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ. She may be short, but she has arm length!
She most definitely tries to make a grab for it, the teary eyed begging expression gone and replaced with determination.
"Giiiiive it! Hand it over-"
She leans up to him, hands clasped together as they make a tiny squeak. Her bottom lip juts out, her eyes just about to be brimming with tears.
"Huuuuussk, pretty please? With a cherry on top?"