[ Ana takes her beer. The glass is cool in her hand. She'll have half of it, she decides; no more. While she has a respectable tolerance, they're always careful to watch themselves on nights like these. What they do behind closed doors is loaded with enough risk -- for so many reasons -- without adding inebriation to the mix. ]
[ Besides, given a choice, she'd have chosen a tart red wine. A six-pack, really? Damn the man and his inveterate American tastes. ]
Cheers.
[ Instead of sitting, she moves to stand behind him. Not touching. Not yet. She takes a sip of her drink, the carbonation a pleasant buzz in her throat. ]
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[ Besides, given a choice, she'd have chosen a tart red wine. A six-pack, really? Damn the man and his inveterate American tastes. ]
Cheers.
[ Instead of sitting, she moves to stand behind him. Not touching. Not yet. She takes a sip of her drink, the carbonation a pleasant buzz in her throat. ]
What was it you came looking for tonight, Jack?