Violet looked concerned. “No, that’s not what I meant either. I meant that anyone who has ever met me thinks I’m not sweet. Hey um. Are you alright? I think you need a doctor.”
“Maybe because you didn’t let your guard down like you did when we first met.” Cisco said groaning. The headache was getting worse and worse, despite the bar being quiet for this time of the evening. “Arrgh- I’ll be alright…I think,” he said, flagging down the bartender for a glass of water. His hand was shaking as he raised it, and he couldn’t stop it. Not soon after the water arrived, he reached for the glass, but instead of grabbing the glass, it shattered along with all the bottles behind the bar.
Cisco backup 