You could be finished and in need of. [ Shanks says that with a laugh right back. He takes the bottle, puts it between his thighs to hold it in place, then opens and downs a good swig. ]
[ He hands it back to Buggy to share, like nothing has changed. Not this night, not the past twenty years. ]
no subject
[His hand drifts over towards a bottle on a table that's not been opened before hauling it back and offering it to Shanks.]
Here you go.
Wrap?
[ He hands it back to Buggy to share, like nothing has changed. Not this night, not the past twenty years. ]
Probably, yes!
[He huffs out a laugh and takes the bottle when it's passed back to him. It's not quite the same -- someone is still missing an arm after all.]