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( He -- just looks down at the mixed drink, nodding. He smirks, too. )

I take straight tequila just fine. ( But, as his hand wraps around the glass, he brings it up, knowing he's exaggerating. ) I appreciate that it's tropical. ( Festive. ) Are we drinking away this earthquake?

[wittingly]

[ That, friend, is a tequila sunrise. It is the exact opposite of antarctic vomit. ]

We are definitely drinking away the earthquake.

[ He'll bring his beer mug up to gently clink against the glass.

Cheers.

He's also drinking away this entire fucking afternoon, but that's more of a him thing and not a them thing. ]

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( He will suck that straw to it. It's delicious. Even though it has a hint of the acid that is tequila, he likes it. One day you'll remember or care that he prefers vodka, Ian. )

I'm still cold. Like. Even after my scalding hot shower. Is the cold just staying with you? I thought Russia was cold.

[wittingly]

[ For what it's worth, he's got a long sleeve shirt on under that flannel, and a sleeveless undershirt on beneath that, so Will's not alone.

He sighs. ]

I'm from fucking California. I wasn't made for sub-zero temperatures.

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( Setting his glass down, he yawns, closing his eyes, stretching back. )

I'm only going to make it through one or two of these and two or ten tacos.