What? What He looks at the cup in his hand then back over at her, completely perplexed and too tipsy not to show it.
"I don't think you have a problem." He's pretty sure he just admitted the problem was his, actually, but he really is well used to them having two parallel conversations never in danger of intersection. "If I did, would I bring you booze?"
Frank moves to stand up and is a little impressed when his leg holds him up enough to step his other one down and head to the sink to fill his cup. That moonshine gets worse every time he drinks it, he could swear.
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"I don't think you have a problem." He's pretty sure he just admitted the problem was his, actually, but he really is well used to them having two parallel conversations never in danger of intersection. "If I did, would I bring you booze?"
Frank moves to stand up and is a little impressed when his leg holds him up enough to step his other one down and head to the sink to fill his cup. That moonshine gets worse every time he drinks it, he could swear.