[ All the while that the guy quickly fixes his drink, Jesse shifts restlessly on the stool while he smears a hand down his face. His hands come together and he fidgets his thumbnail against his fingernail as his lands his dead eyed gaze back on the bug dude setting his drink down in front of him. That reptilian smile the guy gives him looks more like a menacing warning than anything remotely friendly. ]
Gee, hope you didn't pull a muscle from all that politeness you got goin' on there.
[ Deadpan tone. Whatever, though. At least he got one more drink out of the guy. Jesse picks his glass up and he downs the entire contents in a few quick gulps. ]
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Gee, hope you didn't pull a muscle from all that politeness you got goin' on there.
[ Deadpan tone. Whatever, though. At least he got one more drink out of the guy. Jesse picks his glass up and he downs the entire contents in a few quick gulps. ]