[Nudge or no nudge, Freddy's about to call victory on his half-sleepy act but the droplets of liquor throw him off. Thhbhthtb. Wait. He gets a taste of it on his lip. Okay not so bad. Caramel green eyes remain half-lidded.]
You look perky. [Yeah. Perky. He said it. What of it, Dimmy?] How fast do we have to get out of here before someone wants to take a swing at you?
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You look perky. [Yeah. Perky. He said it. What of it, Dimmy?] How fast do we have to get out of here before someone wants to take a swing at you?