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"No-no, seriously it's okay. I can't drink the stuff, so why not wear it?" Charlie chuckled, scrounging for a few napkins to clean the...what was that? Whiskey? She wanted to sop it up out of her shirt, nonetheless. "Besides, I feel bad for you. You did just buy that drink and spill it. This shirt," She leaned in, "it was a hand me down. I didn't pay a dime for it."













