Re: At the Bar - Open
His hand twitched, grasping at the empty air where his glass of scotch was supposed to be. "Don't you have some state capitals to steal or something?"
He glanced at Pia's red lips, the only part of her face that wasn't obscured by the hat. "Anyway, I kind of feel like I should be asking you the same question. I think my answer ought to be pretty obvious," he said, pointing at the glass she was holding hostage. "And I'm going to need a lot of that tonight to get that Rockapella song out of my head now, so you'd better hand it over or else I'll... ask for another scotch."