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Tristan hums for a bit before waving down another server, ordering a fourth of whiskey, a burger, some fries, a plate of salami and some cheese. He looks over at Lucas.
"You need anything?"
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Tristan nods at the server who chuckles and strolls away.
He "looks" back over at Lucas. "You good?"
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Tristan tilts his head.
"Alright. You've just been very quiet." he shrugs.
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"Debating what? The merits of asking me out on a date? The merits of getting me drunk enough to sleep with?" he teases.
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Tristan raises an eyebrow. "Oh, so I was right."
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Tristan chuckles. "Alright then, Mister Stonewall."
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Tristan grins.
"Fair, I guess I do." he replies.
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(Alright, see ya!)
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Tristan starts humming quietly. He was unsure of what to do, really.
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Tristan stops humming, tilting his head.
"For what?" he asks.
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"Hm. I'm the one who mentioned those things." Tristan shrugs.
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"I mean. . . what would you have liked me to have said?" he teases.
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(Alrighty!)
Tristan tilts his head.
"I mean. . . you couldn't tell by what happened before we got here?" he asks.
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"I like to play with my snacks." he jokes.