[Éowyn grunts a little, her lips pressing tight. It's only now she's really registering that she actually is so close to him, close enough to feel the heat of his breath (and smell the alcohol on it) when he speaks.]
[She's suddenly aware, to her discomfort, that she could absolutely shove him up against the wall from here, and that covering his mouth with hers might actually shut him up. That... isn't a thought she expected, especially not when she's still fairly sober.]
[And now she can't step back, either, because that would mean admitting on some level to those thoughts.]
[She settles for a sneer, which is only slightly undercut by the colour rising in her cheeks.]
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[She's suddenly aware, to her discomfort, that she could absolutely shove him up against the wall from here, and that covering his mouth with hers might actually shut him up. That... isn't a thought she expected, especially not when she's still fairly sober.]
[And now she can't step back, either, because that would mean admitting on some level to those thoughts.]
[She settles for a sneer, which is only slightly undercut by the colour rising in her cheeks.]
Are you so desperate for humiliation?