. . . I can think of a few things short of "dying" that wouldn't be fine! But neither of us are that stupid.
[. . .]
[HE. THINKS]
[either way, once they reach the bar, Edamura claims himself a seat and kind of slumps over the countertop, cigarette sizzling between his fingers as he collects the bottle of tequila from her]
This is the stuff you like? Well, I suppose I can't be picky tonight.
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. . . I can think of a few things short of "dying" that wouldn't be fine! But neither of us are that stupid.
[. . .]
[HE. THINKS]
[either way, once they reach the bar, Edamura claims himself a seat and kind of slumps over the countertop, cigarette sizzling between his fingers as he collects the bottle of tequila from her]
This is the stuff you like? Well, I suppose I can't be picky tonight.