[Ah, the drinks. Ned won't turn down more alcohol, he'll just smirk to himself about it while he shrugs his vest all the way off. Not even one comment about his glacial removal of layers? Why does he date this boy.]
Fortune favors the bold, Frye. [give him champagne, delicious, but also] Now you're distracting me with another drink.
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Fortune favors the bold, Frye. [give him champagne, delicious, but also] Now you're distracting me with another drink.