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“you’re too kind to me, my good sir. i’ll promise to get you home on two feet. maybe.” he smiled happily, already calling the bartender for more. “what’s your poison?” will asked, looking over at dimitri. he hardly saw the male out, but it was always nice when he did.
"I’ll bet you will. This should be fun.” Dimitri was down for good time of any and all varieties. He was lucky to be alive and adored his work, but there had to be more. Even if more only lasted an evening. Propping both elbows atop the counter, Dimitri considered his options. “‘can’t go wrong with good ol’ tequila, right?”
