[Monty will have whatever variety of alcohol Sol wants.]
Yes. Just a moment, I'll fetch it.
[And so he will, slipping out of the room both to catch his breath and shake off his embarrassment along with snatching up a pair of tumblers with gin in them. When he returns, the gentleman is settled once more. He offers a glass to Sol.]
[Sol has been sufficiently mortifying to warrant something stronger than tea. Monty raises his glass and gulps down a good measure of what he has, hissing a breath in between his teeth and wincing when it burns on the way down.]
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Yes. Just a moment, I'll fetch it.
[And so he will, slipping out of the room both to catch his breath and shake off his embarrassment along with snatching up a pair of tumblers with gin in them. When he returns, the gentleman is settled once more. He offers a glass to Sol.]
What should we drink to? Good music?
[Certainly not Sol's research.]
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As good as anythin'.
[Or just having alcohol itself is good. The depot doesn't stock that.]
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Would you care to play something else, sir?
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He takes a deep gulp of his gin, then turns his attention back to the guitar.]
Yeah.