About as plausible as firebirds and poltergeists. Nathan raises an eyebrow at the bottle that ends up in his hand, but he's not above hefting it in his palm, turning it over, reading over the barebones label and shitty fucking design. Gives him a little something to do while he considers whether Ian's lying through his teeth, trying to get back at him for that lie of omission earlier. Doesn't really seem like the type, somehow. People try and sell lies by leaning into them. Ian might as well be talking about the weather.
Fair enough, he figures. Nathan tips the bottle back towards him. ]
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About as plausible as firebirds and poltergeists. Nathan raises an eyebrow at the bottle that ends up in his hand, but he's not above hefting it in his palm, turning it over, reading over the barebones label and shitty fucking design. Gives him a little something to do while he considers whether Ian's lying through his teeth, trying to get back at him for that lie of omission earlier. Doesn't really seem like the type, somehow. People try and sell lies by leaning into them. Ian might as well be talking about the weather.
Fair enough, he figures. Nathan tips the bottle back towards him. ]
Keep it.
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Need it more than I do.