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[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

It's ladies' choice: Whiskey or rum?

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[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

I'm Irish. Whiskey.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*pours her a glass* One for you. *passes it over and has a swig from the bottle* And one for me. Enjoy.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

So you can drink from the bottle but I can't? Typical. *shakes her head and then drains her glass smoothly before setting it down and tapping the rim with a finger* Another round, bar tender.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*chugs down a fair amount, grimacing* This is what I get for buying cheap whiskey. *passes her the bottle*

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

Well, still tastes like whiskey. That's what matters. *fills her glass back up* So, are you going to tell me why you want me to get drunk with you or am I stuck guessing?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

It's always about you, isn't it?

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

You're the one who invited me along. Normally you don't want me anywhere near you while you're drinking. Just a shot in the dark here, but that makes me think it has something to do with me. *sips her whiskey* Am I wrong?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

Unsurprisingly. *leans forward, elbows on his knees* Can't you just accept the fact that drinking alone is boring?

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

I'd bet even money that you're like me and you do most of your heavy drinking alone. But yes, it's boring.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

Exactly. You drink, I drink. Why not drink together? *not the whole story but it's all he's willing to share*

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

*studies him for a minute before toasting him* I'll drink to that. *takes a drink*

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*gestures to her cast* How's your arm?

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

Sore as hell, same with my throat and ribs. Another day or so, it won't bother me.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

They didn't give you anything?

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

*smirks* You'll love this. They gave me a prescription for Vicodin.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

We're drug buddies. We should get matching bracelets and everything.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

I didn't get it filled. I'm still drug free. Sorry, buddy.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

There's only room for one junkie here anyway.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

And I leave that to the master. *bows a little to him*

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

See, that kind of respect has to be earned. *takes out his bottle of Vicodin* They gave you that prescription for a reason.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

Who says it wasn't genuine? I don't need pain medication for some sore muscles.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking that it had more to do with the broken bones.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

The cast keeps them from moving. *looks away, taking a drink* It doesn't hurt that much.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

And the accompanying high isn't at all appealing? *swallows a couple Vicodin* Your loss.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

*wry* If the high ever does become appealing, I know a guy who can hook me up.