Archer nodded. "Yes, she did. It was a terrible, wonderful experience." He swallowed another shot, cringing but no longer feeling the horrific burn he had in the past. The bubbly sensation of alcohol numbing his body and senses was rendering him immune to the burn of vodka. "Food is expensive," he whined, dragging a hand down his face. Though alcohol was as well. "Plenty of people survive around the world on rations of rice. I can do the same," he grumbled.
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