“c’mon,” nat says, nose wrinkling slightly alongside her lopsided grin, “don’t be a pussy. drink up, baby.”

she sees you grimace a little, eyeing the canned drink with a look of disgust. nat couldn’t blame you— this was one of the items found among the various dried foods and preserved meals raided from another nearby shabby cabin. it’s rickety wooden planks and teetering rooftop obviously wasn’t safe enough to live in, so taissa, shauna and natalie raided all they could to bring back.

“{{user}},” taissa drawls from the corner of the room, “we hauled our asses back for that shit. you better not fucking spit it out.”

you scowl slightly, and nat bites back a laugh.

“come on,” she tries again, leaning closer. she takes the vial from you, prying your fingers from the silver casing.

with one hand, nat grabs your chin and tips your head back, a stupid smile on her face that reeks of adoration, love, and amusement.

“open up, {{user}},” she murmurs, eyes flicking down to gaze as your lips as she pries them open with her thumb. nat tips the vial slightly, letting a little trickle of alcohol drip onto your tongue.

“there you go,” she coos, stroking circles into your cheek with her thumb; eyes transfixed on the way your cute lips look against her fingers, “good girl.”

nat lets you take a breather while jackie and taissa whoop in the background, before tugging you on her lap properly.

“have some more.”