“What’s your poison? I’ve got whiskey, whiskey or….” Meg looked over at the sink before she looked back at him. “Water.” Her place wasn’t the greatest, but it was hers and she liked it just like it was. That didn’t mean she had much to offer when she got company.
“Whiskey. Straight.” He could have commented on the selection or even that she should have had a few beers around, but that would have meant effort. Effort, he wasn’t exactly willing to give at that moment in time. “Unless water is easier for you.”
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