[He raised an eyebrow as 21 vocalized his disjointed thoughts for a second or two. Scotty couldn't be arsed to make any sort of deal of it, though. He wandered over to the bar and patted a barstool, indicating a spot for 21. He moved behind the bar and began to fiddle underneath it. His voice was muffled.]
What d'yeh drink, then? I think I'm still sober enough to get yeh somethin'...
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Date: 2010-02-01 06:31 pm (UTC)What d'yeh drink, then? I think I'm still sober enough to get yeh somethin'...