[He takes the bottle and slides onto the bed in a single motion, before adjusting himself to sit more comfortably. For a moment he just swirls the bottle and watches the liquid inside, before downing just under a quarter of it. It's like drinking the nectar of the gods, after being cut off from anything stronger than wine.]
Holy fuck. [He gasps, before passing it back to her with a mild laugh.] This and a couple joints could make a night.
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Holy fuck. [He gasps, before passing it back to her with a mild laugh.] This and a couple joints could make a night.