“Drink this,” Ravenna demanded when she stormed back into the room with a glass.
Lianne cautiously took the glass. Her nose wrinkled with disgust when she got a whiff of the foul smelling orange substance inside. “Gross. What is this junk? I’m not drinking it.” She shoved the glass back towards Ravenna.
“Unless you drink that you’re not going to be able to get your strength back. If you want to leave, do as I say. Drink,” she growled. Ravenna pushed the glass back into Lianne’s hands.
“How do I know it’s not poison?”
“For God's sakes, it’s not poison,” Ravenna barked. “Now either drink it or have fun lying on my sofa for a couple days.” She turned on her heels, stomping across the floor. Having discarded her costume, the combat boots were all that remained of the ensemble. She now wore
