[ That made Kirk smile the tiniest bit, lip twitching upwards momentarily. He took the glass of scotch, swirling it and giving it a brief sniff, enjoying the richness of it before taking a gulp. It was probably a slight insult to drink so much at once, but he was in a mood and he had time to savor it. For now, he enjoyed the sharp burn that spread over tongue and throat, the warmth that settled in his belly. ]
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And then you'll be right as rain.
[ He swirls the glass, licking his lips. ]