Elizabeth scrunched her nose at herself, but was slightly surprised to hear Jocelyn giggling. "No, but I mean.." Elizabeth tried defending herself with the smallest of grunts, sighing quietly to herself at the same time. She didn't want to try the drink, but at the same time she was curious, and yet another part of her eager.<br/><br/>", allows you to forget…” Was the only part of Jocelyn's sentence to encourage her to try a drink that really stuck out to her. She wanted to forget.. She had known her father had drunk away his sorrows when her mother had first.. Passed, and she saw the outcome. Did she really want to try it...? "I guess... A little sip wouldn't hurt for a try..." She murmured to herself.<br/><br/>And reluctantly, rather slowly, she hesitated to grab the glass. Her fingers just nearly touching it, her hand seemed to cringe away when she first did touch it, as if it had burned just from the simple touch. But a moment later her small, dainty hand clasped the glass loosely, but firmly enough to lift it, and bring it closer. She just held it near herself for a moment, staring down at it again as if it were a life changing thing.<br/><br/>"I don't care for talking to people, but.."<span style="font-style: italic">I do want to forget...</span>After letting her gaze linger on Jocelyn for a few moments longer, Elizabeth brought the glass to her lips, and took just a swallow, making a small face to herself afterwards while she took a minute to simply let that swallow sink in, having lowered the glass again. She then scrunched her nose at herself in distaste, but had taken another swallow from the glass anyhow.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't be one to drink it leisurely... But it can't hurt to finish off the glass.." She murmured, more to herself then to anyone else.