[Loki considers Clint for a moment. He has absolutely no reason to be nice to him, even less reason to listen to Loki wallow in his own self pity. Yet here he is, offering to share a drink and be...sad together?
Weird. Not bad, just...odd.]
Why not. [He grabs two bottles, the one labeled 'white rum' and one labeled 'absinth']
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Weird. Not bad, just...odd.]
Why not. [He grabs two bottles, the one labeled 'white rum' and one labeled 'absinth']
Not like we can drown.