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Chris nodded in agreement with her statement. "That's true, that's very true. My mom and my abuela were always the ones keeping me and my abuelo in line. Guess things like that get said by people who feel put out, huh? Little more control.
"And no," he agreed again, casting a drunk eye around the establishment; most people were wearing faded green, something they'd dug out of the back of their closet or a new throw-away shirt from a bargain store that had "Kiss me, I'm (kinda) Irish" or a similar slogan embossed on the front. "Don't think Jay has any kind of dress code for here." He turned back to the woman, conspiratorially. "He's probably working off some nerves. Doesn't want people to think it of him, but he gets embarrassed easily. It's kinda cute; you say one wrong thing and he gets all bent out of shape trying to prove you wrong."
He took another drink, then finally remembered to extend his hand, though he ended up switching the bottle from one to the other to awkwardly extend the appendage closest to the woman. "Chris, by the way. I don't think we've seen each other around the complex."