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"I had the very bad idea of doing so her arms across her chest

He narrowed his eyes, but he leaned forward and untied the balloon It floated up to the ceiling while he opened the brown paper bag He cocked up an eyebrow, glanced at her, and then back at the bag before pulling out a bottle

"Very original, Tate No one’s ever gottena bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey

"Not like that, they haven’t," she replied, slipping into her seat He flicked his eyes up, then back to the bottle He turned it over in his hands, and finally realized she had scrawled across the label in black marker He lifted his eyebrows

"Sanders?" he called out, not looking up

"Yes, sir?"

"Thank you, for the surprise"

"It was nothing, sir"

"Good Now you can leave," Jameson ordered Sanders nodded and walked out of the roo the door behind hi as she slunk lower in the chair, her ar You’re right, I have never gotten a bottle quite like this," he chuckled, looking over the label again

"Do people buy you a lot of bottles of Jameson?" she asked He nodded and pointed across the rooe bookshelf On the top of it were all different kinds of bottles, with labels in different languages, colors, styles

"Everyone thinks they’re clever," he replied

"What’s the e Reserve, only about 250"

"Only"

"Tatuht this on?" he asked She turned back towards hi, about what you said About needing to get over it About you bending over backwards for ree entirely with that last part, I still want to call a truce," she offered

"Oh really?" his voice was soft, and he finally set the bottle down

"Yes You need to not be such a dick toor bullshitting or fucking around, then you need to say it – not hide in a different country and getabout," she told hi in it

"And I need to deal with the fact that this is you You are a dick If I can promise not to freak out every ten seconds about it, then you have to promise to at least check with ain," she laid out her deal