The more he sipped, the more the alcohol would take effect. Again, like vodka, it would feel very similar to the warmth it would bring to one’s core, and if enough ingested would give one’s mind a sort of swimmy feeling. All, of course, dependent on one’s tolerance to alcohol. The less tolerant, the more quickly one would feel the effects, and the more tolerant, the more alcohol would be needed. Other than that, nothing particularly out of the ordinary would happen to Marcel sipping his drink....yet.<br/><br/>When the man in the lobby made what Lydia could only surmise as a joke, she proceeded to blink an uncountable amount of times at a ludicrous speed, similar to a scary cartoonish female making “eyes” at a male, adding onto the joke before giving a small laugh and returning her face to normal. “I promise I am very much here of my own free will. My sister and I own this hotel.” As he walked over and asked about her book, she lifted it to show him the cover with the title of The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. “It’s pretty good, though a long read. I’ve read it so many times I’ve lost count. Unfortunately I haven’t found any libraries around here yet. Goodness knows I could use a different story to read.”