[ Nate makes a there you go sort of gesture, as if to indicate that Lance is, in fact, a person who qualifies as cool. ]
And I'm sure you looked very handsome.
[ He situates himself in his chair, propping his feet up on the coffee table in an utterly impolite, if exhausted, motion. Nate takes a sip of his tequila, pulls a face, and subsequently leans over to top off his glass with a little of Ian's final batch SunnyD.
Like a tropical beverage one might find on the beach in Montego Bay, but bad. ]
So... [ Is he allowed to broach this? Fuck it, he's going to broach this. ] Is this a somber occasion, or...?
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And I'm sure you looked very handsome.
[ He situates himself in his chair, propping his feet up on the coffee table in an utterly impolite, if exhausted, motion. Nate takes a sip of his tequila, pulls a face, and subsequently leans over to top off his glass with a little of Ian's final batch SunnyD.
Like a tropical beverage one might find on the beach in Montego Bay, but bad. ]
So... [ Is he allowed to broach this? Fuck it, he's going to broach this. ] Is this a somber occasion, or...?