And Lorne tilts his to touch the rim of the other glass, then takes a sip of hot, spicy goodness. Funny thing is, he's almost starting to like the stuff, even without a tall drink of something hard liquor-y and fruity to wash it down. Speaking of which...
"You know something, Wells? Every time I meet you, I swear I like you a little bit better."
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Date: 2009-09-22 06:17 am (UTC)"You know something, Wells? Every time I meet you, I swear I like you a little bit better."