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Sitting on the steps which lead up to his shop, he rested his head against the cool brick wall. A little nightcap before he called it an evening. More than half of the amber liquid had disappeared down his throat, now making a warm home in his belly. “Call me selfish, but I ain’t sharin’,” a comment directed to the fellow hovering near the doorway. (@hellfirebound)

_{“Have you ever been known to share?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the annoyance on his features or even in his tone. “Selfish is one thing, but you?“  He shook his head for a few moments. “Could be worse, but no. I don’t need a drink.” A pause. “At least not now.”}