Eugh, [ God, he hates tequila, and he shoves the shotglass away from himself with a face, pointing to the whiskey. Just. Let him wash that nastiness down, thanks. Gross. ]
So far so good, [ he says, thinking she means liquor wise, cause what else could she mean, really. ]
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Eugh, [ God, he hates tequila, and he shoves the shotglass away from himself with a face, pointing to the whiskey. Just. Let him wash that nastiness down, thanks. Gross. ]
So far so good, [ he says, thinking she means liquor wise, cause what else could she mean, really. ]