[ After a good moment of suspicious squinting and awkward silence, Lantar slooowly sets the bottle back on the shelf. He takes his time, straightening it out, making sure the label was facing the front before letting his hand fall back to his side.
There's another good bout of silence after that and then, ]
You must be real drunk if you're starting to hit on me, [ he remarks dryly. ]
I. — MAY 3, WEAVER'S (BAR)
There's another good bout of silence after that and then, ]
You must be real drunk if you're starting to hit on me, [ he remarks dryly. ]