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[verpissdich]

[Twirling a cigarette, vodka bottle nearby.]

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[verpissdich]

A noise that brings up more than a few questions, but none that he deems necessary to voice. "Well, damn," he huffs, pulling from the bottle again then offering it once more. And he'll continue to do so, as long as Henry keeps taking.

He raises his free hand, goes to respond, but all he can manage at first is a smirk. Then, he points at the other man, "You got me there."

[malesiren]

He made a flicking, half-circular gesture with one hand, as if presenting himself or his opinions, accepting the bottle once more, content to share both the alcohol and the conversation, "I do have good points, occasionally."

His smile tilted into place again as he handed the bottle back, "It's just that nobody usually listens to them because of literally everything else about me."

[verpissdich]

"Occasionally," he repeats with emphasis, the mirth clear in his voice. Angel takes the container and kicks back, a little more than he has intended to, but he's more graceful than he lets on sometimes. It's an easy motion for him to swing his arm back to catch himself on his elbow, without sloshing any alcohol down his front.

He lowers the bottle after a moment, blinking lightly, the buzz finally beginning to settle in. "Well, 'm listening now, so ..."

[malesiren]

He snorted, shaking his head, "Nope, already used up my good point quotient for the day, maybe even for the week." Another little head-shake, or perhaps a continuation of the same movement, "Any points I have from here on out are bound to be terrible."