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Lucas opens his eyes, leaning forward against the table, "More drinks?" He asks, smiling slightly.
Lucas opens his eyes, leaning forward against the table, "More drinks?" He asks, smiling slightly.
"Sure. You order this time." he grins.
Lucas huffs, waving down the waiter and ordering another whiskey and looks at Tristan.
"I'm assuming you guys have Spirytus vodka on hand?" he asks innocently.
The waiter raises an eyebriw, "Yeah, we do, want that?"
Lucas laughs siftly, slumming back.
Tristan grins. "Mix it with Fireball and tequila, and sure."
Lucas stays silent, looking at his phone for a moment.
The waiter nods.
Tristan smiles greatfully at the server. "Thank you."
They walk away, getting their drinks.
Lucas shakes his head slighy, "I don't know if I ever want to do this again. The fucking bill later. . ."
"I'll pay for it in full, don't worry." he chuckles.
Lucas huks, "How the hell, do you have so much money?" He looks at Triastan.
Tristan snickers playfully.
"That's up for you to find out, now isn't it?"
He shakes his head, "Whatever."
the server comes bAck to the table, setting the drinks down.
Tristan chuckles, taking his drink and taking a sip, shuddering.
"Thank you." he repeats to the server and pulling out his wallet, secretly slipping a few bills to them. He didn't know how much was handed over - he really only carried 20s and 10s.
The money was taken.
Lucas sighs siftly, rubbing his forehead and drinking his whiskey, "Oh. . . This is definitely my last or second to last drink. . ." He mumbles
"I'm not close to my limit yet, so I'll have a few more after this." Tristan chuckles.
"I'm not either, I just have a class some point tomorrow and I don't want t to go to it hungover." He leans back.
"You'll either be hungover from the alcohol or from me. Might as well make it a really fun night." he grins.
Lucas looks at him, "My alcohol hangovers are not worth it. Especially if I'm going to more than one kind of hungover."
"Do you ever eat food when you drink?" he asks curiously.
Lucas shrugs, "Drinking and eating makes me feel sick for some reason."
Tristan chuckles. "Okay then."
He takes another drink from his glass.
Lucas drinks sowly, leaning back in his seat.
(I may poor soon, idk)
(Alright!)
Tristan reaches out, trying to find his bowl of peanuts and failing.
He started to scowl, withdrawing his hand and thinking.
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