[ Somehow him being home is worse. She could have at least felt like an idiot and just walked away if he hadn't been. Now she has to actually figure out how to do this without making a mess of it. It's not the first time she's seen him out of his cowboy outfits, but it had been quite a while, so she can't stop the surprise of it from throwing her for a moment. After all, she doesn't look much different than usual - the same stiff button ups, the same slacks, though she's at least sans-tie. That's gotta mean something.
She clears her throat after too awkward a silence and just standing there and holds up the bottle for him. ]
Tell me you can still hold your own against me. I don't think anyone else here has the tolerance to join me.
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She clears her throat after too awkward a silence and just standing there and holds up the bottle for him. ]
Tell me you can still hold your own against me. I don't think anyone else here has the tolerance to join me.