[Percy consider, then puts his gun belt back on. Might as well have it at hand rather than carrying it around hidden. A waistcoat appears - it had also been tucked into the coat - and he slides back into that to look just a bit more put together.]
I am not drinking anything that tastes of almonds. [He has no idea what that liquor was, but six shots in a row still sticks in his memory.]
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I am not drinking anything that tastes of almonds. [He has no idea what that liquor was, but six shots in a row still sticks in his memory.]