DAVID.

                      ‘ we’re getting WASTED now? ‘          not that he had anything against the idea,  even  if it was whiskey          which unfortunately wasn’t david’s dearest drink of choice. so, he accepts the glass, green hues flicker downward to LINGER over the liquid within. puts the rim to the scarred mouth and drinks up.

             ❝ why NOT? ❞ she questions, crossing the room to her desk and pulling another glass out of the top drawer. she unscrews the lid deftly and takes a large gulp from it before sitting the glass down and looking over at him. ❝ got anything better to do? ❞