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[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

It was unseasonably warm for being just after Thanksgiving, but not THAT warm that the trenchcoat couldn't be worn.

For either of them.

Sand was trying to get one on one time with the entire team, so he agreed to meet folks wherever they were to kind of get a feel for them.

The bar wasn't quite his first choice - but he knew that this particular member had his own quirks.

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[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Sand puts his hand over the shotglass as the barkeep sets it down. "That didn't come from the same bottle the whiskey has been." He looks over at the barkeep. "Sir, double check this?"

"What the frak do you mean it'...oh geez." He looks a bit embarassed, then looks at the chimp. "Man, I'm so sorry. This was supposed to go over to the far corner. Geez, I coulda lost one of my best customers."
He looks at Sand. "This stuff's one of the best selling whiskeys we have for some of the more demonic clientele, but it's deadly to most known Terran species."

[onthecase.livejournal.com]

"Good catch, Sand." He looks at the shot. Huh. Would've been one hell of a way to go...