[ He falls silent again, contemplative as he goes through the long long list of drinks he's heard people order in bars. His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, eyes darting to the side to give her a once over - he's got it. ]
How 'bout a rose spritzer for the lady, then. [ he calls to the barkeep, half-smirking as he takes another sip from his own glass. ] Seems your brand'a drink. M'I right? [ he asks once the pretty looking glass is slid over to her. ]
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How 'bout a rose spritzer for the lady, then. [ he calls to the barkeep, half-smirking as he takes another sip from his own glass. ] Seems your brand'a drink. M'I right? [ he asks once the pretty looking glass is slid over to her. ]