He sweeps in tonight like a man on a mission, car keys in his hand, obviously en route to kick some scumbag's head in. So, y'know. Not all that happy about being sidetracked.
Still! Always time for a quick snifter.
'Double Sc....oh, you are jokin' me.'
A napkin informs him that no, actually, she is not. He sighs, and runs his hand over his forehead.
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