[It's definitely this ale-induced haze that makes Tifa so slow to react to what's going on. One second, Eustace is slipping and the next, he's looming over her, pinning her to the wall with a hand beside her head. And if she weren't in such a haze, she might have tried to carefully duck away or screamed, but as it stands, she only stares up at him, cheeks lightly flushed with colour.
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Before they drift up...
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Your ears... They're really...
[But whatever she had to say is interrupted by the sudden dumping of ale over them. A whole bucket's worth of it. That makes her yelp, and suddenly, she disappears from view when her feet slip and she slides further down, sandwiched still between him and the wall—]
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Before they drift up...
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Your ears... They're really...
[But whatever she had to say is interrupted by the sudden dumping of ale over them. A whole bucket's worth of it. That makes her yelp, and suddenly, she disappears from view when her feet slip and she slides further down, sandwiched still between him and the wall—]