[His friend's initial response isn't lost on him, and his eyebrows start to furrow in concern. But then he backtracks and graciously accepts the comment, relieving some of the tension in Manolo's stomach.]
I'm glad. [He reaches down, clapping a hand on top of Joaquin's shoulder from his perch on the bed.
...Suddenly there's a mischievous twinkle in his eye.] Hey, you know...I've still got some mezcal left.
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Date: 2015-11-02 01:54 pm (UTC)I'm glad. [He reaches down, clapping a hand on top of Joaquin's shoulder from his perch on the bed.
...Suddenly there's a mischievous twinkle in his eye.] Hey, you know...I've still got some mezcal left.