[ david doesn't reply, he just turns up an appropriate amount of time later for walking over and making his way down to the workshop. pointedly not thinking about anything except the prospect of sleeping on an actual mattress. otherwise he might end up thinking about things he doesn't want to, and they don't need to. ]
[ when he gets there, david enters and closes the door behind him (firmly, one might note,) and waits just long enough for evan to acknowledge him before he tosses the bottle over, expecting evan to catch it. ]
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[ it looks like whiskey; the liquid is a deep amber and the styling has all the bold, square shapes of a classic bottle of scotch, but the labels are faded and damaged to the point that they're totally unreadable. david wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turned out to be rum instead. ]
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[ when he gets there, david enters and closes the door behind him (firmly, one might note,) and waits just long enough for evan to acknowledge him before he tosses the bottle over, expecting evan to catch it. ]
Here.
[ it looks like whiskey; the liquid is a deep amber and the styling has all the bold, square shapes of a classic bottle of scotch, but the labels are faded and damaged to the point that they're totally unreadable. david wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turned out to be rum instead. ]