[He sits next to Bruce, folding his hands on the bar, wrinkling his nose.] But beer is fine. Vodka just tastes familiar.
[He can remember the taste of that bottle he and roman drank on the steps of that bombed out bar. It was smokey, or maybe that was just with the scent on the air.]
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[He sits next to Bruce, folding his hands on the bar, wrinkling his nose.] But beer is fine. Vodka just tastes familiar.
[He can remember the taste of that bottle he and roman drank on the steps of that bombed out bar. It was smokey, or maybe that was just with the scent on the air.]