Chapter 7: _This Is Blasphemy
"I think one glass wouldn't hurt."
Negan's brows furrowed as soon as those words left my mouth.
He hesitated, his lips parting with uncertainty. "Uh... Are you sure? This is a pretty strong brand and–"
"But you asked me earlier if I wanted some." I pointed out, arching an eyebrow.
Gosh, why was he suddenly being so difficult?
It was just alcohol...
"I did ask if you wanted some." He admitted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "But I only did that to be polite. I never expected you'd want to drink."
The corner of my lips curled into a smirk as I leaned closer, placing my hand on the bottle of whiskey. "Come on, Beta Negan. Who offers a woman alcohol to be 'polite'? Be for real right now."
He bit his lips, hesitation still evident in his eyes. But I'd pierced his defenses and convinced him enough.
"Fine." He mumbled, gently yanking the bottle of whiskey away from me.
He proceeded to pour me a glass and handed it over to me, his gaze curious.