"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to get me drunk, Mr. Bishop." Sean laughs but swaggers away to the cabin while Jay is driving them onward at a reasonable pace.
Coming back with just one bottle, Sean offers it to his date while he takes his earlier place, scouting the scenery past Jay's shoulder. "We can share one."
As much as he jokes, he isn't about to break the law.
"If you get drunk off of one beer, you've got no one else to blame but yourself for being a lightweight," Jay scoffs, though he still toasts Sean with the bottle as he takes a sip. Then he's holding it back for the cop to take a drink himself, clearly unbothered about swapping spit by proxy. "Maybe I should stay sober to be your designated driver, then."
"Maybe I am a light weight," Sean teases as he picks up the beer and takes a swig from it. "Would you think less of me if I were?"
Practically living in the roadhouse most of the nights, he has built quite a bit of resistance to alcohol along the years. But it's pretty rare to see Sean actually drunk. He doesn't like it, probably because his dad drank quite a bit. Enough to kill himself with it.
Jay snorts and shakes his head, both hands now on the wheel and eyes ahead. "I'm scum, but I don't shame people for their biological shortcomings," he reassures Sean. "So long as you don't go and be an idiot drinking yourself under the table despite knowing you're a lightweight."
He's only partially joking, there, because if there's one thing he and his brother share in common is that they don't suffer fools.
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Coming back with just one bottle, Sean offers it to his date while he takes his earlier place, scouting the scenery past Jay's shoulder. "We can share one."
As much as he jokes, he isn't about to break the law.
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"If you get drunk off of one beer, you've got no one else to blame but yourself for being a lightweight," Jay scoffs, though he still toasts Sean with the bottle as he takes a sip. Then he's holding it back for the cop to take a drink himself, clearly unbothered about swapping spit by proxy. "Maybe I should stay sober to be your designated driver, then."
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Practically living in the roadhouse most of the nights, he has built quite a bit of resistance to alcohol along the years. But it's pretty rare to see Sean actually drunk. He doesn't like it, probably because his dad drank quite a bit. Enough to kill himself with it.
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Jay snorts and shakes his head, both hands now on the wheel and eyes ahead. "I'm scum, but I don't shame people for their biological shortcomings," he reassures Sean. "So long as you don't go and be an idiot drinking yourself under the table despite knowing you're a lightweight."
He's only partially joking, there, because if there's one thing he and his brother share in common is that they don't suffer fools.