corgiidad:

“– i’m not much of a whiskey drinker, robert.” it wasn’t the taste, the taste was fine– had to be with how he couldn’t handle a drink. “– but a few shots can’t hurt, i reckon.” 

    _{❝That’s the} spirit, _{big guy❞ he’d respond, barely throwing a glance at this evening’s drinking companion. Sometimes, it felt interesting to take} SOMEONE ELSE _{bar-hopping for a change. Made him wonder how the night would turn out. Robert flags down Neil, who instantly pours two shots without Robert even making a request, then slides one down to Brian. ❝Ready whenever you are.❞}