[ That John can do. He loads two tumblers with ice and hooks his fingers in them, carrying a full bottle in his other hand as he saunters back over and collapses back to the ground. ] My contractor gave me this as congratulations on joining the Accords. I imagine it'd be appropriate to share you you. [ Because John Marcone is nothing if he is not sickly sentimental. The bottle's label isn't in English, the lettering closer to futhark runes than anything, and there is no date on the label. When he pulls the cork, it smells of honey. ]
You are little else. [ Dry, dry as the mead he pours for them. ]
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I have a weakness for this pairing and coffee shops for some mysterious reason
Date: 2012-10-29 04:54 am (UTC)You are little else. [ Dry, dry as the mead he pours for them. ]