[ He blinks, slow, then looks at the drink - he'd somewhat forgotten it was there, truth be told. ]
Deal.
[ He lifts the drink in mock salute, then throws it back. Lets it burn on the way down. Sam doesn't often drink to numb something, prefers a nice glass of wine for the sake of a nice glass of wine, or a good drink in good company. But there are days, and there are occasions.
He's silent when he downs that shot. And is silent for the next one, too. ]
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Deal.
[ He lifts the drink in mock salute, then throws it back. Lets it burn on the way down. Sam doesn't often drink to numb something, prefers a nice glass of wine for the sake of a nice glass of wine, or a good drink in good company. But there are days, and there are occasions.
He's silent when he downs that shot. And is silent for the next one, too. ]
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