Daria didn't have a lot of experience with alcohol, though she'd seen it enough in others, and had no trouble recognizing that Marc's neighbour looked pretty well lubricated.  Which didn't help her situation at all, as she faced down his terrifying weapon.<br/><br/>She had half-hoped it was just a bluff, that he was trying to scare her without a gun at all.  And she had been scared even so... now she was far more so.  Her throat and mouth dried up, and she felt tense all over, tight and nearly trembling.<br/><br/>She couldn't respond immediately, trying to swallow to clear her throat, but it was difficult.  She licked her lips, but that barely helped moisten them.  But the drunkard seemed to be coming around to the right sort of thinking... she pounced on that opportunity.<br/><br/>She nodded her head quickly, emphatically.<strong>"Oh yes, of course, sir.  Just a flower.  Just this one.  And ... I know I should have asked first, but... I'd pay for it.  Then it's not a sin at all, right?"</strong>Except her money was next door, of course.  But it sounded like it might not matter... the fellow sounded like he wouldn't be that upset, if that's really all she came for.<br/><br/>Even so, the gun looked huge, and menacing... and she didn't move a muscle except to nod.