[i]Olivia's soft pinkish lips had the taste of wine on them, but Remy would've enjoyed the smooch nonetheless. After breaking away, she turned away from Remy and went over to the counter to get a glass, showing off her...uh...Y'know.[/i] [i]AND NOW TO OLIVIA'S THOUGHTS: "...Now that I'm thinking about it...Remy matters a lot! I mean, he's cute, although he...Y'know, killed Dad, but he's still adorable when he's confused. And so very brave, and... Where the hell is that glass? Oh. Finally."[/i] [i]She took one, and poured the wine within it, almost filling the entire thing with the liquid. Olivia held Remy's glass out to him for him to take, a smile on her tan and loving face.[/i] [i]"I hope he didn't taste the alcohol on my lips... Wait. What if we get drunk? Eh, nothing too bad would happen."[/i] "...Cheers, Remy..."