( dean knows that tone of voice and is completely prepared to ignore it. he does what he wants. can't stop won't stop. )
Sam, when a man's thirsty, he's gotta drink.
( he shrugs like it's completely out of his hands, stares sam directly in the eyes and chugs the entire mug of cider. don't interrupt him, sam, just let him finish, okay. he holds up a finger (gimme a minute) and once he's swallowed the last of it, makes an exaggerated sigh of contentment that quickly twists into a grimace, because, actually, the cider was pretty terrible and leaves behind an even worse aftertaste. )
Yeah, uh, really — ( he covers his mouth, tries not to gag (with limited success). ) — hits the spot. ( fine, maybe it was a bad idea. he waves off the inevitable concern and i told you so. ) I'm fine, I'm fine. No more cider. Ugh. I feel like the Kombucha girl.
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Sam, when a man's thirsty, he's gotta drink.
( he shrugs like it's completely out of his hands, stares sam directly in the eyes and chugs the entire mug of cider. don't interrupt him, sam, just let him finish, okay. he holds up a finger (gimme a minute) and once he's swallowed the last of it, makes an exaggerated sigh of contentment that quickly twists into a grimace, because, actually, the cider was pretty terrible and leaves behind an even worse aftertaste. )
Yeah, uh, really — ( he covers his mouth, tries not to gag (with limited success). ) — hits the spot. ( fine, maybe it was a bad idea. he waves off the inevitable concern and i told you so. ) I'm fine, I'm fine. No more cider. Ugh. I feel like the Kombucha girl.