Cas accepted the beer and had to stop halfway through it to take his medicine, then washed the firewhiskey down with what was left in the bottle, effectively cooling the burn.
The thought fleetingly occurred that there might be a reason the whiskey seared such a blazing trail on its way down, and that defeating it with more booze might be counterproductive, but he was feeling pleasantly relaxed and inclined to dismiss such concerns out of hand. He'd survived an entire liquor store with no worse than a nasty headache to show for it, after all.
"Another game?" he proposed amiably, certain he and Bobby would win a rematch. It was childishly simple, really.
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Date: 2011-03-08 02:58 am (UTC)The thought fleetingly occurred that there might be a reason the whiskey seared such a blazing trail on its way down, and that defeating it with more booze might be counterproductive, but he was feeling pleasantly relaxed and inclined to dismiss such concerns out of hand. He'd survived an entire liquor store with no worse than a nasty headache to show for it, after all.
"Another game?" he proposed amiably, certain he and Bobby would win a rematch. It was childishly simple, really.