But a challenge was a challenge, and Cordelia was determined to prove Angel wrong.
She lifted her mug, "Cheers." And took a long sip. Her face scrunched up. She figured she'd be better at this if she went out to bars more, but she tried to keep her face blank, determined to get used to the taste. She set the mug down.
"Somehow - for when we go home - we need to remember to take the gang out drinking." She couldn't remember a time when they'd all gone out drinking together. The only time they did was when Angel was obsessed with Darla. She had enjoyed herself, underneath all the bitterness and hurt. "Fred's got to build up a tolerance for alcohol. We need to help the utterly hopeless."
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But a challenge was a challenge, and Cordelia was determined to prove Angel wrong.
She lifted her mug, "Cheers." And took a long sip. Her face scrunched up. She figured she'd be better at this if she went out to bars more, but she tried to keep her face blank, determined to get used to the taste. She set the mug down.
"Somehow - for when we go home - we need to remember to take the gang out drinking." She couldn't remember a time when they'd all gone out drinking together. The only time they did was when Angel was obsessed with Darla. She had enjoyed herself, underneath all the bitterness and hurt. "Fred's got to build up a tolerance for alcohol. We need to help the utterly hopeless."