“Vodka,” Wayne said to her. “Worst you got. Closer to piss it tastes, the better.”
“Wayne,” Ranette said, “this is an upscale restaurant.”
“Right,” he said. “Putta olive in it or somethin’.”
“Vodka,” Wayne said to her. “Worst you got. Closer to piss it tastes, the better.”
“Wayne,” Ranette said, “this is an upscale restaurant.”
“Right,” he said. “Putta olive in it or somethin’.”