Sam's first trip to the hotel bar was less spectacular then he thought it would be, but clearly he was too accustom to greasy spoons and random city dives, or at the very least... places more like the Roadhouse... not this fancy excuse for a watering hole
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She took her book with her, pushing the doors open to do a quick scan of the room.
"Sam?" Alice ran over to where he was at the bar, setting her book on the stool next to him. "Are you okay?"
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She downed the shot, coughing and gasping afterward. "Jesus Christ, this is why I don't drink. That tastes like petrol, Sam."
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"Wait.." He frowned. "Yeah I know it does." He said about the petrol taste although he wondered how she knew how petrol tasted. "Dad'll be mad if I got you drunk." He said. That wouldn't be good.
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"Seriously, Sam, no chaser? Something's got to be the matter."
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When she saw Sam take her shot, her jaw dropped. "Hey! That was mine!" She reached out for Sam's shot, snatching it from the bartender's hand and downing it before he could protest. When she was done, she socked Sam in the arm.
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"Don't think you'll be able to walk upstairs, but think this'll keep you from barfing."
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