[ Makoto nods, back to sipping his wine in the silence between them. Until, Jack speaks again and Makoto tilts his head in his direction. He's at the perfect crossroads of tipsy and melancholic enough not to care about watching his tongue. And it looks as though tonight, Jack is the brand of tipsy to pull the more whimsical out of him even if it means reaching for less used vocabulary in response and mirroring him in a sense.
His head tips into his palm, wine glass in the other hand. ]
Jack, Jack-- the virtuoso of barflies, what do you need to know about bartending?
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His head tips into his palm, wine glass in the other hand. ]
Jack, Jack-- the virtuoso of barflies, what do you need to know about bartending?