"Callin' aged bottled whiskey that? Tsk, tsk, Johnny. Figured you more willin' to try it." Oh yeah, bottled whiskey from many years ago. One bottle had already been opened from folk dropping eddies.
The other bottle? Shit. Could get V a pretty pay day since it wasn't opened.
āYa mean that piss water they pass off as Mescal? Thereās a love and a process you kids just donāt fuckin get.ā
Groaning, but only in jest, he stopped to lean against a pillar anyone corporeal enough to add weight to would topple.
"I think I'm allowed to complain as a treat. Since I heard a lot of yours." V's cig was finished and dropped it on the pavement, stomping it out.
"Let ya decide. We can go to the many places 'round NC or
Crack open one of those bottles I snagged from that club gig."
A pause as he neared the edge of a dirt patch and looked over jokingly as if standing on a precipice; Heād grown used to the intricacies of his āconditionā, falling face first before appearing beside her.
āYou gonna actually drink? Or take five shots and complain in the AM?ā
@clawsofatyger //reminds of when RDR2's online had a bug for a while where the gators were invisible and you'd just randomly get killed by nothing š
V flinched and raised one arm up to cover her face, and the other went up to show she meant no harm. "Hey, hey! Whoa! Friendly here. Just wanted to offer a shot. Apologies for scaring you."
Honestly, that's 100% on her.
~was a friendly face staring back at her...
A long sigh came the very next second before she dropped her guard and turned back to her drink she almost spilled by snapping. Her face looked tired and her words reeked of exhaustion.
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