Lazarus realizes, a little too late, that he might have absolutely just steamrolled over the young man. He realizes it too, unfortunately, and can only offer an apologetic half-smile as he hands over the glass.
He licks his lips shen he lowers his glass; he feels the burn of the bourbon more than tastes it, but it's enough to tell that he'd rather drink this than some cheap swill.
"Good. I'm glad. It'll go right to your head if you let it, so be careful," he warns before casually finishing off his glass.
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He licks his lips shen he lowers his glass; he feels the burn of the bourbon more than tastes it, but it's enough to tell that he'd rather drink this than some cheap swill.
"Good. I'm glad. It'll go right to your head if you let it, so be careful," he warns before casually finishing off his glass.