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best discourse so far.

“You know, I half expected you to skip town.” Tim said as he sat down. “Mead, please.” He asked the bartender, who was already pouring the drink.

“You really expected me to leave? You can’t be that bad. Luke’s been around you for years and the only real sign of it is crippling alcoholism.” Daire answered. He was sipping on water, which had surprised the bartender after seeing him down beer after beer the previous night.

“It’s not crippling.” Luke said as he sat on Daire’s other side. “Whiskey, please.” The bartender just handed him the bottle. “Okay. Mebbe it’s crippling.”