“Yes, Bar. It’s only my second shot, and I think I deserve it after whatever the hell went down. I know my limits.” Cisco paused, taking the second glass the barkeep gave him with a nod before downing it. “Publicly, anyway. I’m heading back to my place for a few ciders and a movie, if you’d like to join.” Or babysit, he thought. Maybe he needed it. Especially after everything that happened.
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