âAlright, so hereâs how itâs going to go.â Maggie clasped her hands together. âEither you tell me where I can get myself a nice bottle of firewhiskey or you can just walk on along. There is no way that I will spend this night sober.â
margaretgamp:
âActually, I think itâs quite the other way around. I tell you what to do, itâs not the other way around. No one speaks to me like that besides my own mother and father.â He looked at the girl, rolling his eyes. âWhilst I hate spending nights like these with no alcohol, I have no idea. Iâve been scoping out nice targets, not worrying about that. Iâd suggest asking someone else.â
















