[Thank you, runs through his mind at her question but it is quickly squashed under the reluctance he feels whenever he talks about Wounded Knee, or anything he was involved in, really.
He could manage on a few bottles of whiskey, or a bottle of absinthe, to keep his aim steady and keep going. But sixteen verging on seventeen? And that just counting today? So far?
It was gonna get worse.
And yet, despite knowing that, Booker reaches down and takes a swig from one of the bottles at his feet.]
Yeah. [He swallows against the lump in his throat, drinks again to get it to dissolve.] But it wasn't a battle.
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He could manage on a few bottles of whiskey, or a bottle of absinthe, to keep his aim steady and keep going. But sixteen verging on seventeen? And that just counting today? So far?
It was gonna get worse.
And yet, despite knowing that, Booker reaches down and takes a swig from one of the bottles at his feet.]
Yeah. [He swallows against the lump in his throat, drinks again to get it to dissolve.] But it wasn't a battle.