[something isn't adding up about her. silencing himself with deliberate sip, then gulp of alcohol, a wet pop from glass when he finishes it off. his eyes water from the burn.]
Jesus, this is bad.
[wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, her question is answered as an afterthought.]
Yeah. Kind of normal, where I'm from. Can you do anything else?
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Jesus, this is bad.
[wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, her question is answered as an afterthought.]
Yeah. Kind of normal, where I'm from. Can you do anything else?