[ He tucks the bottle into one arm for a bit, so he can slip both of them into his jacket pockets in a body language mirror. His head dips down a little, though - poor posture, an automatic adjustment to bring himself down a couple inches whenever he's talking to someone that isn't quite his height. ]
Trust me, the warehouse was worse.
[ There were just coma patience in the center and a whole lot of nothing else. It wasn't a party. They didn't have booze.
But anyway --
A sideways look and an incredibly wry smile. ]
I'm feeling pretty whelmed. I think you can call it a success.
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Trust me, the warehouse was worse.
[ There were just coma patience in the center and a whole lot of nothing else. It wasn't a party. They didn't have booze.
But anyway --
A sideways look and an incredibly wry smile. ]
I'm feeling pretty whelmed. I think you can call it a success.