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[textualhealing]

[He won't say no to being waited on, that's for sure, and once she's done with the top up he tilts his glass in her direction in vague appreciation.]

You can serve it but you can't drink it. Doesn't seem fair to me.

[rathercommon]

[ A blithe shrug. ]

That's just the law in a nutshell, isn't it. Silly and arbitrary. And ooh, people get worked up about it, too. So outraged when kids drink, like it's not just someone however-many-years-ago who decided to draw an arbitrary line.

Anyway, I'm not too sad. I don't like it.

[textualhealing]

You only don't like it 'cause you haven't had enough. Try some of this. It's high end. [Offering out his glass towards her because he's learnt nothing about giving alcohol to minors.]

[rathercommon]

[ Oh, Jeff. But she shakes her head - ]

It's not the taste. I don't like being tipsy. It makes me feel unsafe.

[textualhealing]

[Holding it forward for just a few more lingering seconds before drawing the glass back to himself and taking a sip.]

Being sober makes me feel unsafe.

[rathercommon]

[ This Girl. She quirks her head very slightly to the side, careful to keep her tone completely judgment-free: ]

Is that a joke, or is it something you'd like to talk about?

[textualhealing]

[A pause. An eyebrow arch. And then...]

Joking.

[No he's not, but omg this kid, why should she care?! His business is his own private business.]

Can we just look at these papers now?

[rathercommon]

[ She watches him a moment longer, then nods. ]

Yeah, we can look at the papers.

[ She gathers them up, and comes around to sit next to Jeff. She spreads them out in front of him. ]

This is his resume. Look - he went to a good school. And he graduated high in his class.

[textualhealing]

[He's barely even looking because reading stuff is way too much like hard work.]

Ugh, whatever. Do you want me signing anything? If not, I'm done.

[The most petulant of manchildren.]

[rathercommon]

Oh - come on. We have to do this right.

[textualhealing]

You blackmailing me into employing your friend is right?