He turned the stubby bottle so the label faced the girl. A glaring mash-up of green, white and red screamed out. "I know a pawn broker who knows a guy, who knows a guy who makes runs from Canada. Six percent alcohol. Surprised the Labatt's 50 hasn't picked up down here."
The agent took a gulp, and nearly choked. It taste as good either way. After a good ten second coughing fit, he held out another to his movie partner. "Gotta see some ID first though. Make sure you're twenty-one."
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on 2013-11-07 03:55 am (UTC)The agent took a gulp, and nearly choked. It taste as good either way. After a good ten second coughing fit, he held out another to his movie partner. "Gotta see some ID first though. Make sure you're twenty-one."