[ A light huff and another grin, this time a little bit sly. ]
I'd settle for a beer and a dog. Mustard and sauerkraut... [ You asked him to come here.
With a deep breath he takes a long drink, swallowing with the back of his arm pressed again his mouth. He's had not-so-finely aged Prohibition era bathtub swill. This stuff isn't about to make him go blind, but it's not fooling around either. ]
[ There's a burst of quiet laughter that turns into a groan as Sam leans over - and then pauses, holding himself mid-lean while he wants patiently for Steve to finish swallowing his drink.
Then Sam shoves him a little. ]
You know, every time you talk about hot dogs I have a massive internal conflict over wanting one real damn bad and also wanting to broaden your horizons.
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I'd settle for a beer and a dog. Mustard and sauerkraut... [ You asked him to come here.
With a deep breath he takes a long drink, swallowing with the back of his arm pressed again his mouth. He's had not-so-finely aged Prohibition era bathtub swill. This stuff isn't about to make him go blind, but it's not fooling around either. ]
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Then Sam shoves him a little. ]
You know, every time you talk about hot dogs I have a massive internal conflict over wanting one real damn bad and also wanting to broaden your horizons.