[He gets both, Hank slapping the hand holding the bottle into Cayde's and letting Cayde just do whatever he decides to do from there.]
So, how're we doing this? Some kind of contest, or do we just chug?
Do you chug wine. Is that a thing. Shit, can you even drink? I think I asked that already.
[Hank really was sobering up just earlier, wasn't he? Well, this loose, silly feeling probably isn't all from what he was drinking earlier tonight. Some of it, maybe, but some of it's probably from being tired, and some - well, some of it's probably just relief, blowback from the release of finally just bullshitting with someone, someone fun and laid back and funny, about shit that doesn't matter. It might not last - it might not even be real, if all this turns out to be some kind of accidental drug trip - but Hank is more than willing to roll with this as far as it'll take him, as long as it keeps on feeling good.]
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So, how're we doing this? Some kind of contest, or do we just chug?
Do you chug wine. Is that a thing. Shit, can you even drink? I think I asked that already.
[Hank really was sobering up just earlier, wasn't he? Well, this loose, silly feeling probably isn't all from what he was drinking earlier tonight. Some of it, maybe, but some of it's probably from being tired, and some - well, some of it's probably just relief, blowback from the release of finally just bullshitting with someone, someone fun and laid back and funny, about shit that doesn't matter. It might not last - it might not even be real, if all this turns out to be some kind of accidental drug trip - but Hank is more than willing to roll with this as far as it'll take him, as long as it keeps on feeling good.]