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“I’m fine, thank you”

I try not to stare at Queenie, but I can see her reflection in the lass and makes a face, then does the same with the other one She transfers one of the skewers of olives to the other glass and downs the whole thing in two gulps

Her shoulders curl in, and she turns her head away, coughing into her elbow

“Are you okay?” I ask

She holds up a finger and coughs a couple more times When she finally looks my way, her eyes are watery and her cheeks are flushed “Fine, thanks Well vodka isn’t very s down”

“Oh” I don’t know much about vodka “Why didn’t you have the other kind, then?”

“Because it costs twice as et drunk on the cheap stuff” She plucks one of the skewers of olives frolass and pops one in her mouth

“I’m sorry that you lost your job”

She gives h, so it’s not aure out what I want to do with the rest ofon here?”

“I’et drunk too”

“You’d have a lot more success if you actually drank them”

“Yeah, I know I’ on alcohol,” I admit

She scans ain “Can’t really say I’ot lost on your way to a Boy Scouts ”

“I used to be a Boy Scout” I run a hand overa white polo and khakis, which is my usual attire “I was even a caer”

She throws her head back and laughs “God, you’re adorable And I ood way” Queenie props her cheek on her fist “So tell et drunk by himself”