[ Jess cringes at how cajoling he strategically doesn't sound. Like she's gonna get spooked and bolt. That was always an option, then Trish showed up. Now she's lost the comforting lie that she can abandon these people at any moment. ]
I'm not a soldier. [ Jess heaves herself away from the counter and comes to take a seat at the table, snatching her cup to come along with her. She extends a hand across the table's surface for the whiskey bottle. ] More like a backfiring sniper rifle.
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I'm not a soldier. [ Jess heaves herself away from the counter and comes to take a seat at the table, snatching her cup to come along with her. She extends a hand across the table's surface for the whiskey bottle. ] More like a backfiring sniper rifle.