“I raided my mumma’s cabinet once.
And I’m twenty, I’m totally near age.
Whatever you say, kid.
I haven’t been here long, I actually
don’t know. Cocoa works better, though.”

” Kid? I’m twenty-six, and you
look like a fresh-faced elf.
That’s a compliment, in any
case.
Damn. Guess I work outta
the country, too. “

” Old-Fashioned, on the house.
Friday nights are usually the
make it or break it nights for
new folks.
Ella’s singing, and she’s got
a rich and strong timbre.
Can't miss it. “
“Why a shame?”

” Unless you actually give me a
sensible choice on where to
get a good Red Bloom, my
opinion on teenage binge-drinkers
still stands.
Which is, you know, that the
only difference they know
between vodka and tequila is
what’s written on the label.
And the amount of felonies
committed. “
“…No.”

” And I shouldn’t be encouraging it,
should I? Underage drinking, very
bad — vodka seems fun on you.
You didn’t hear it from me.
But, bummer. Nonetheless, have
you at least heard of a place that
sells Bahama Breezes?
The weather's getting to me. “
( akaheleahi-ahe, viatorxs, the-stonem, tokunohana, sorcierexcachee, onyoursxde, giantbxby, maxxie-olie, codingdecoded )

” You drink? “