Oh come on, seriously? He thought he was being pretty clear. Also mixers? With this stuff? Yuck.
No, he waves her off and tries again, emphatically pointing:
You, go to the juice shop and get a glass so that I can pour you some whiskey.
Oh this is silly, he should just go get a glass for her himself. Well, he's not too proud. So he stands up. And promptly discovers that his legs are pretty much jelly, which...wow. He hasn't drunk that much, what the hell?
The world teeters dangerously on its axis for a moment, threatening to fall right over, and he grabs hold of the back of the back of the massage chair to keep himself upright, his mind reeling. No, seriously, what the hell?
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No, he waves her off and tries again, emphatically pointing:
You, go to the juice shop and get a glass so that I can pour you some whiskey.
Oh this is silly, he should just go get a glass for her himself. Well, he's not too proud. So he stands up. And promptly discovers that his legs are pretty much jelly, which...wow. He hasn't drunk that much, what the hell?
The world teeters dangerously on its axis for a moment, threatening to fall right over, and he grabs hold of the back of the back of the massage chair to keep himself upright, his mind reeling. No, seriously, what the hell?