[Hey, no. Del does it too. Maybe it's part of being a cop? Or part
of being in security. Or, at least, a product of the life they lead. Once
he shakes Barnes' hand, he sits down. ]
Back home. I'm a homicide detective. You can call me Spooner. You've gotta
be law enforcement of some kind to pick that up though.
I know about law enforcement, yeah. Sorta from. The other side. Retired, though. You know there's a drink called a Rusty Nail? Sounds awful but it's pretty good.
[Can they talk about weird drinks now and gloss over the 'from the other side of law enforcement' part because that is an awkward way to make a new friend, probably.]
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[Hey, no. Del does it too. Maybe it's part of being a cop? Or part of being in security. Or, at least, a product of the life they lead. Once he shakes Barnes' hand, he sits down. ]
Back home. I'm a homicide detective. You can call me Spooner. You've gotta be law enforcement of some kind to pick that up though.
[ It works in this place. ]
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[Can they talk about weird drinks now and gloss over the 'from the other side of law enforcement' part because that is an awkward way to make a new friend, probably.]
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Yeah? I usually stick with beer. Might give it a shot though. What do you usually drink?
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Usually don't. But I, um. Remember a time when I liked these.
[Close enough.]
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[ Del is willing to let it go because he's on vacation so he simply nods, but looks a bit wary. ]
Yeah? I remember a time I used to like this nasty cheap ass beer too. Can't stand the shit now.
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Now he grins, almost a smirk as he holds up his glass and wiggles it a little.]
Oughta try something new then.