Stein got up quickly and dusted himself off, righting his chair and getting back on. He pushed himself along lazily with one foot, rolling along beside Birkin.
"I found a variety of things, because I wasn't sure what you might like," he said, lighting up a fresh cigarette. "Gin, rum, bourbon and tequila. What's your poison?"
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Date: 2009-06-18 04:26 am (UTC)"I found a variety of things, because I wasn't sure what you might like," he said, lighting up a fresh cigarette. "Gin, rum, bourbon and tequila. What's your poison?"