 Post 1 (Drinker) ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Rachel nervously sat down at the workstation, clutching the tiny cup. She looked up at Esme. "Here I go,'' she said tensely. She lifted the cup to her lips and drank the elixir. She almost expected to have all of the symptoms of being poisoned at once but this was not so of course. She set her cup down as she bit her lip.
"I feel no different so far,'' the Eagle informed her partner. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she started to cough. She clamped her hand over her mouth and coughed some more. These weren't violent coughs. Not yet, at least but they were coughs never the less. "I... cough... spoke too... cough... soon... cough.'' |