[ That little snort of hers is very cute, and it just eggs Charlie on. He doesn't shoot the next shot he pours because he does have some manners, but the fact that she laughed at him means he looks regrettably smug as he pours himself another glass. ]
Will it? [ He sets his glass down and hooks a finger in the stretched-out collar of the thermal shirt he's wearing, tugging it away from his neck and glancing down at himself like he's actually checking for chest hair. ] Most of mine's been singed off, maybe I should keep drinking.
[ Despite what he's just said, he's much slower as he drinks his next glass, sipping it like he's supposed to and waiting for the bartender to send someone out with some meze plates for them to nibble on. ]
Not always. We also buy a fair amount, but when you're sequestered in the wilderness with the nearest town miles and miles away, it's sort of expected that you make your own fun. Andrei's been distilling țuică for decades now, he's the one who taught me. [ He chuckles lowly, shaking his head a little in sympathy for poor Neville. ] Poor bloke. Maybe he just doesn't have the stomach for it.
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Will it? [ He sets his glass down and hooks a finger in the stretched-out collar of the thermal shirt he's wearing, tugging it away from his neck and glancing down at himself like he's actually checking for chest hair. ] Most of mine's been singed off, maybe I should keep drinking.
[ Despite what he's just said, he's much slower as he drinks his next glass, sipping it like he's supposed to and waiting for the bartender to send someone out with some meze plates for them to nibble on. ]
Not always. We also buy a fair amount, but when you're sequestered in the wilderness with the nearest town miles and miles away, it's sort of expected that you make your own fun. Andrei's been distilling țuică for decades now, he's the one who taught me. [ He chuckles lowly, shaking his head a little in sympathy for poor Neville. ] Poor bloke. Maybe he just doesn't have the stomach for it.