[ She's spectacularly unimpressed by Kavinsky, looking away from her cabinet of liquor to meet his gaze. ] Veronica [ She corrects with a roll of her eyes before grabbing the first open bottle of vodka she finds -- something averagely priced, not too cheap and not too expensive. A smooth finish with a very minimal bite. -- and returning to the couch. ]
Here. Now it's yours. [ She hands the bottle over to him as she takes a seat, this time stretching her legs out over his lap. ] So, K, how exactly did you end up on my front porch?
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Here. Now it's yours. [ She hands the bottle over to him as she takes a seat, this time stretching her legs out over his lap. ] So, K, how exactly did you end up on my front porch?