I could be. [Jacob pouts, but it doesn't last. He'd really rather not drink anymore, lest he want to end up on the floor passed out. There was still some dignity left to lose, somewhere, past the fact he looks so damn needy.]
I'll take it. [He's not picky. In fact, he's so eager he has to find balance on the chair's arm, lest he want to fall back into it.] I will take it... slowly. Watching you. Because I am drunk. Good plan, Neddy.
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I'll take it. [He's not picky. In fact, he's so eager he has to find balance on the chair's arm, lest he want to fall back into it.] I will take it... slowly. Watching you. Because I am drunk. Good plan, Neddy.