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[dog_eat_dog]

That you do.

[She shakes her head.]

Nah, if I’m going to be doing stupid shit, I’d rather just drink myself there.

[stand_unshaken]

Alright. [He straightens up, and walks over to sling an arm around her shoulders.]

So let's go have a drink. Out there, so it actually does something.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She laughs under her breath — a miserable little one that has her leaning her head against his shoulder for a second before thinking better of it. ]

Yeah, I think fake alcohol would just add insult to injury.

[stand_unshaken]

[He just pats her shoulder and leads her to the exit.]

Can't have that. We're gonna get some of the expensive stuff.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She goes with him easy.]

That’d be nice. Back home I was saving a good bottle. Much rather split one with you than him.

[stand_unshaken]

Now that's the ultimate compliment to pay a fella.

[Jesus. If he ever sees Joel he's gonna punch his lights out.]

[dog_eat_dog]

[At this point, Tess would love to see it.]

Well, you’ve earned it.