"I suppose I might have something to spare." He ambles around the counter and leans down to pick up an open bottle of moonshine.
"This is nasty stuff," he warns. The kind of 19th century shit that kills people, makes them go blind, and no those aren't just old wives' tales. He pours her a small one finger drink first to let her have a taste of that fresh paint stripping gasoline before she can decide if she can stomach another. She'll have to learn to tolerate it if she wants to be nursing her drinking habit, because the whiskey will eventually run out and it'll be back to hitting the moonshine on the regular soon enough.
Leaving the bottle next to her glass, he flashes her a smile before turning back to where he'd been sitting by the window.
"Holler out if you go blind," he drawls half over his shoulder before he resumes his perch and goes back to sealing the cracks.
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"This is nasty stuff," he warns. The kind of 19th century shit that kills people, makes them go blind, and no those aren't just old wives' tales. He pours her a small one finger drink first to let her have a taste of that fresh paint stripping gasoline before she can decide if she can stomach another. She'll have to learn to tolerate it if she wants to be nursing her drinking habit, because the whiskey will eventually run out and it'll be back to hitting the moonshine on the regular soon enough.
Leaving the bottle next to her glass, he flashes her a smile before turning back to where he'd been sitting by the window.
"Holler out if you go blind," he drawls half over his shoulder before he resumes his perch and goes back to sealing the cracks.