Tony | Jan :: Dernk
It was possible he was wiser Tony -- if only because he did have age and more experiences working for him. Or maybe against him. Sometimes he wasn't really sure which was which. Maybe it didn't matter.
"Scotch. Whiskey. Whichever." It wasn't like Tony really had the option to be particularly picky here, not like he'd been at home when top level and outrageously expensive were just every day things. But then she asked if he wanted to do shots and she looked like she was just challenging him and how could he say no? "Definitely shots. Line them up."
He deserved a drink or twenty. It'd been a weird, rough few weeks.