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[mcscuseme]

I'm sure y'all are tired of hearing new folks coming here with the same old nonsense, so let's just cut to the chase:

Where's the best place for a man to get a drink? Ain't gotta be fancy neither. I'm not picky.

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[watchesoveryou]

Well, it seems that you'd be joining the choir to tell me that.

[She knows there's a lot of people who's already told her, it's just a weird concept for her.]

What can I say? I like to stay busy.

I'll have to give them a try some other time then.

[To give her incentive to actually spend more time like this in particular in the future. She wasn't going to drink all of the time, but a few here and there didn't hurt.]

[mcscuseme]

I ain't much for preachin'. So you don't gotta worry about that.

[ He finishes his glass and reaches for his hat, like he's about to start heading out to leave. ]

Don't let me waste all your time, doc.

[watchesoveryou]

Mm.... I wouldn't call this a waste of time, but probably a good time to get back home.

[She'll finish hers off as well before standing up from her seat.]

My offer still stands. If you need any help, I'm here; I'm just a call or text away. [She paused for a moment.] Thanks for the drink. I wouldn't mind joining you again sometime.

[mcscuseme]

'Course. Same for you. [ McCree might be angry, bitter, and forever thinking of the past despite his best attempts to put it behind him, but he's not a bad guy. And Angela had always been good to him — he would come running if she needed something.

He sets his hat atop his head, tips the brim and starts to head out. ]

I'll look forward to it, Doc.