He hesitates, he won't stomach it well, but it would be rude now that Connor's offered it. He reaches out and takes the scotch. He takes a small swig and hands it back.
"Thanks." For a moment, he sounds like he might choke, but clears his throat, and he's alright. "So, Navy? I thought you hated the British." He smiles.
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Date: 2011-01-03 02:08 am (UTC)"Thanks." For a moment, he sounds like he might choke, but clears his throat, and he's alright. "So, Navy? I thought you hated the British." He smiles.