He nervously holds a finger up, for the bartender to bring another. At least now he can sit up straight once more, as he was leaning back to try to put any kind of distance between his face and her own. She didn't say she was going to break his face, so he takes that as a very small positive in this conversation.
Desperate to get the conversation back on the track of what Luci meant by that title, he immediately continues down that train of thought.
"For real, that kind of sounds like a title you'd get in the mafia or something...not saying you were!" He cries out, praying that he hasn't already dug the hole deeper than it already was.
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He nervously holds a finger up, for the bartender to bring another. At least now he can sit up straight once more, as he was leaning back to try to put any kind of distance between his face and her own. She didn't say she was going to break his face, so he takes that as a very small positive in this conversation.
Desperate to get the conversation back on the track of what Luci meant by that title, he immediately continues down that train of thought.
"For real, that kind of sounds like a title you'd get in the mafia or something...not saying you were!" He cries out, praying that he hasn't already dug the hole deeper than it already was.