Thomas shook his head though his eyes wandered briefly to the cookies. He turned his gaze back to Fortuna and gestured to the bottle before scratching at his chest a little, “Not answerin’ ‘til you ‘ave a drink! It’s the rules, Miss Lanyard”

Technically speaking, it wasn’t the rules but if he couldn’t bro out with his bro, Thomas was damn sure he was going to bro out with the person his bro had been hoeing out with. On the lips. Like a fish.

Staying silent though wobbling slightly, Thomas waited until she’d at least had a swig. He then held out his hand and gestured for her to pass it back to him. Reaching out and grabbing it, Thomas then continued to answer her question, “Well, why’d you mush together your tatur-traps? Him out of anyone!”

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