Not that it matters, really. Since, you know, android fake-skin can't exactly tan. Or burn. But it's the goddamn principle of the thing that has Church scowling around the straw stuck in what seems to be a whole lot of rum and pineapple juice, glaring up at this pool-float clad clown asking him for booze.]
Holy shit, what circus did you escape from? [But then, Church just holds his drink up, swirling the mess of alcoholic liquid around.] Five bucks a pop, buddy. Though if you make it thirty, consider this a bottomless, alcoholic buffet.
[What. Can you really blame him for trying to make a buck or two off this?]
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Not that it matters, really. Since, you know, android fake-skin can't exactly tan. Or burn. But it's the goddamn principle of the thing that has Church scowling around the straw stuck in what seems to be a whole lot of rum and pineapple juice, glaring up at this pool-float clad clown asking him for booze.]
Holy shit, what circus did you escape from? [But then, Church just holds his drink up, swirling the mess of alcoholic liquid around.] Five bucks a pop, buddy. Though if you make it thirty, consider this a bottomless, alcoholic buffet.
[What. Can you really blame him for trying to make a buck or two off this?]