（ he thinks about the bottle in his room, left haphazardly on his bed — and then he reaches for it and pulls. and then it's in his hand, escorted by a curling void-touched blackness edged in violet.
he uses the bottle to mime a lazy salute at her, and then sets it down on the table. everybody loves absinthe, right? ）
Good enough for government work.
（ it's a joke because he's from fucking ontario, where the government does as little as possible that one could actually call work. dougford he just wants to taLK. ）
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he uses the bottle to mime a lazy salute at her, and then sets it down on the table. everybody loves absinthe, right? ）
Good enough for government work.
（ it's a joke because he's from fucking ontario, where the government does as little as possible that one could actually call work.