Jake takes it from him and there's a hint of a smile, the smallest turning of his lips, before he slips the little dog into his shirt pocket to keep it safe. "Whiskey's fine," he tells him. "'specially since you probably just stole it from the Lounge," he mutters gently, teasing, before he sets it aside.
Because where else would he get it?
"Dog's fine, too. Thank you." He's not a sentimental man, but that little bit of paper has turned him into one.
A pause.
"Ain't good at sayin' goodbye, B. But you're a good man. Been a real pleasure knowin' you. Been a bigger pleasure bein' your friend. Whatever you do, give 'em hell and don't fuckin' look back. And - you take care of your Steve at home and I'll do what I can for this one."
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Date: 2021-08-01 04:04 am (UTC)Because where else would he get it?
"Dog's fine, too. Thank you." He's not a sentimental man, but that little bit of paper has turned him into one.
A pause.
"Ain't good at sayin' goodbye, B. But you're a good man. Been a real pleasure knowin' you. Been a bigger pleasure bein' your friend. Whatever you do, give 'em hell and don't fuckin' look back. And - you take care of your Steve at home and I'll do what I can for this one."