[He sort of leans over, a hard bare arm bushing hers slightly as he does.] I think you're a liar. But suit yourself. And enjoy the booze. I know I'm going to.
[Vodka isn't really his alcohol of choice, but something this expensive...oh, he's not going to pass this opportunity by]
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[Vodka isn't really his alcohol of choice, but something this expensive...oh, he's not going to pass this opportunity by]