[Atem likes to win wherever she can. It's very nearly caused some international diplomatic incidents, when an Amurrite or Hittite person of note thought they could outplay her, out-ride her, out-shoot her, and wagers were made, and she didn't hold back. Of all the medicines she's ever swallowed, her own pride is the most hateful thing, and Atem's forced to do it for the sake of others' status far more often than she likes.
She didn't even throw this one because her father told her to!!!
So, Bakura's supporting arm is rejected. Atem leans away!]
I'm not that drunk.
[And she was going to leave without Bakura. Get some space, clear her head of the wine, lick what's not a wound so much as an unpleasant scratch, and stop feeling so jittery. But...it really is just a scratch, and Bakura's back after so long -- does Atem really want to end the reunion just yet? She's being silly. Yes, of course it's okay if Bakura comes with her.]
But, yes...let's go. It's much too warm in here.
[She's going to step through the courtiers and officials and priests and partiers, headed for the door.]
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She didn't even throw this one because her father told her to!!!
So, Bakura's supporting arm is rejected. Atem leans away!]
I'm not that drunk.
[And she was going to leave without Bakura. Get some space, clear her head of the wine, lick what's not a wound so much as an unpleasant scratch, and stop feeling so jittery. But...it really is just a scratch, and Bakura's back after so long -- does Atem really want to end the reunion just yet? She's being silly. Yes, of course it's okay if Bakura comes with her.]
But, yes...let's go. It's much too warm in here.
[She's going to step through the courtiers and officials and priests and partiers, headed for the door.]