[Stringing Solomon along for even a second is enough to drink to; Takasugi pours himself and his company glassfuls, a silent toast given to himself to the blonde's gullibility.
Though, had he gotten into dire straights, Takasugi would have absolutely bet Solomon's outfit. And his body too tbh]
Aa. Enough to buy you something else, if you hate it.
[A suspiciously kind gesture, really. Takasugi wraps his fingers around the brim of the second glass and lifts it, reaching all up in Solomon's business to put it in front of him. Scooting the drink across the bar about 5 inches would have sufficed but
it wouldn't have been obnoxious enough.] Drink.
To our terrible company. [Mutual derision is the nicest he gets.]
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Though, had he gotten into dire straights, Takasugi would have absolutely bet Solomon's outfit.
And his body too tbh]Aa. Enough to buy you something else, if you hate it.
[A suspiciously kind gesture, really. Takasugi wraps his fingers around the brim of the second glass and lifts it, reaching all up in Solomon's business to put it in front of him. Scooting the drink across the bar about 5 inches would have sufficed but
it wouldn't have been obnoxious enough.] Drink.
To our terrible company. [Mutual derision is the nicest he gets.]