"I don't know. I beat Jack, and he's as fucking Wyatt Earp as you are, so." You know, fast hands and all. He's not entirely sure if she'll get that reference, though, and so he just shrugs, that said.
"Or we can try and find you one you actually like."
Not all of them taste like wet bread, after all. In fact, the first thing that comes to mind (Guinness Draught) actually tastes like iced coffee. That's an improvement, right?
She doesn't get the reference, bless her soul, but she smiles up at him, clearly head over heels. Today has been a trying day, this week as been trying, she's glad she has Dylan.
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Seriously, it's gross.
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Not all of them taste like wet bread, after all. In fact, the first thing that comes to mind (Guinness Draught) actually tastes like iced coffee. That's an improvement, right?
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"Well, if you must." She clearly doesn't mind, just being picky for the sake of it now. Because she can.
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"...wanna make out?"