[Booker pulls a drink from one of the last few bottles still holding liquor by his feet as she writes, patient as you please. He's not exactly cognizant of much at the moment. Certainly not how drunk he really is. Sitting down prevents the world from shifting under his feet and allow him a false reading of things. It's better and he doesn't take as long reading her next message as she shows him.]
You must be pretty damn bored.
[He grunted, that being all he had to say on the matter before he looked back at the bottles still remaining. It was as good as a "Yeah, sure" for him.]
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You must be pretty damn bored.
[He grunted, that being all he had to say on the matter before he looked back at the bottles still remaining. It was as good as a "Yeah, sure" for him.]