Well, there's him, but that ain't what she's askin'.
"There's beer, there's wine and brandy, there's hard stuff in the cabinet. Mixers in the fridge. Lemons and limes in there too, so yeah, pretty much whatever you want." He nods to the liquor cabinet. It's the one right next to where he keeps all the glasses and fuck if he can remember the last time he cooked here: no, this kitchen is for keepin' the drinks safe and sound. The wide variety of drink-mixing supplies is a standing testament to that fact.
"What do you like?"
Shit, he could answer that question with a single word.
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"There's beer, there's wine and brandy, there's hard stuff in the cabinet. Mixers in the fridge. Lemons and limes in there too, so yeah, pretty much whatever you want." He nods to the liquor cabinet. It's the one right next to where he keeps all the glasses and fuck if he can remember the last time he cooked here: no, this kitchen is for keepin' the drinks safe and sound. The wide variety of drink-mixing supplies is a standing testament to that fact.
"What do you like?"
Shit, he could answer that question with a single word.