"Oh, err, mine?" he asked, eyes darting between Kathy and Dante. "I like, uhh, lots of things. Shots. Different kind of shots."
"Oh sure," Kathy continued, licking a bit of salt off her lower lip. "But surely you have a preference?" The server just looked at her, trying to find his misplaced cool. "I mean, he--" she nodded towards Dante, "--goes for whatever's strong and will fuck you up the fastest. I tend towards things are a little slower, you know? The kind that taste so good you're on your third before you even realize it."
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"Oh, err, mine?" he asked, eyes darting between Kathy and Dante. "I like, uhh, lots of things. Shots. Different kind of shots."
"Oh sure," Kathy continued, licking a bit of salt off her lower lip. "But surely you have a preference?" The server just looked at her, trying to find his misplaced cool. "I mean, he--" she nodded towards Dante, "--goes for whatever's strong and will fuck you up the fastest. I tend towards things are a little slower, you know? The kind that taste so good you're on your third before you even realize it."