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To your surprise: The unrecognizable entity’s gift certainly be rid most atrocities unsatisfying your outcome on this day, alcohol is prohibited for numerous reasons you neglect acknowledgement of. A retained probation lead by the red-headed chick whom bears peripheral vision no other Human can possibly obtain at birth. His kind gesture influences a smug formation upon your features.
“God damn, ‘n a bottle o’ Jack Daniels too. I haven’t ingested th’ stuff in what felt like months, maybe even a century.” Idle banter is pointless; your rightmost digit extends its accepting grasp forth, its unoccupied opposite fishes out your handy-dandy, geometrically cylinder-shaped spare shot glass. Your index and thumb impatiently unscrew the beverage’s cap and disregards its skydive unto Earth’s soil, pouring the liquid into your glass afterwards. “Whomever y’are, ya’ practically saved my life. Y’ have my sincerest respect, not all o’ it, but a decent amount.”
The Rocket grinned toothily at the other male and leaned into the table in front of them both. With his lower back flush against the lip of the furniture, he leaned his elbows back to prop himself up. In one hand, he held a pack of cigarettes and the other a shot glass of his own. He lifted his shoulders in a bit of a shrug and held his hand out steadily while his new friend filled his glass.
“Hey, man, think nothin’ of it. Ya looked like ya could’a used a drink and I am not one to be stingy. Drinkin’s always better with a buddy, y’know?”
He turned lean more heavily on the elbow whose hand was clutching the cigarette pack so he could toss back the alcohol with a quick flick of his wrist. A harsh exhale burned through his lungs and he sighed with content before setting the glass back down on the table. Rolling his head toward his drinking companion, he gestured lightly with his chin.
“So who dragged you through the ringer today, kid? Or are ya just always lookin’ like that?”
