matching frowny icons bc why not

[ yelena does not contest against him insisting on both water and vodka. this, she can deal with and that is why she doesn't say another word. instead she waits there patiently until he returns with both his hands full. she twists the pill bottle open and pops two into her mouth, drinking them down with water — and then chases hydration with dehydration in the form of vodka, instead of the other way around. ]

There. [ she smiles, content with this outcome even though she was frowning at him just a second ago. ] Now we both live.

[ she's in a much better mood now — has been since she cleaned up, let's be real — and she goes as far as elbowing him in the side, waggling her eyebrows at him. ]

So, my legs, huh?