[ He gives Trevor a sharp look, but relaxes marginally when he realizes Trevor isn't deliberately sitting in his blindspot; rather the opposite. It's a courtesy. Not a kindness, no — he cannot think that way around these people — but a consideration. He nods just once and takes a glass. Tips it back and drinks.
It burns like whiskey. Good. ]
Yeah.
[ He frowns, running a hand through his hair, and then sets his glass down so he can start undoing his hand wraps. ]
I've never heard of anything this advanced back home, though, and I've seen some weird shit.
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It burns like whiskey. Good. ]
Yeah.
[ He frowns, running a hand through his hair, and then sets his glass down so he can start undoing his hand wraps. ]
I've never heard of anything this advanced back home, though, and I've seen some weird shit.