( he gasps, audibly. his mouth drops in shock and his hand rests against his heaving chest. no joke. howard is acting like this is the greatest surprise and betrayal of his life. you wouldn't dare, lantar. there's a gruff defiance in his voice when he responds, ) Yeah, well. I'm gonna go build my own bar. With blackjack. And hookers! In fact, forget the bar.
( he'll make moonshine in his bathtub at home and it'll only be kind of gross tasting, not mostly gross tasting stuff like lantar's stuff. then he'll move on to toilet wine and become a regular al capone.
oh gods of history, is this how prohibition started? when an asshole made one too many insults towards a sarcastic yet not that bad bartender and refused to apologize? from howard's nonexistent memory of it, yes.)
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( he'll make moonshine in his bathtub at home and it'll only be kind of gross tasting, not mostly gross tasting stuff like lantar's stuff. then he'll move on to toilet wine and become a regular al capone.
oh gods of history, is this how prohibition started? when an asshole made one too many insults towards a sarcastic yet not that bad bartender and refused to apologize? from howard's nonexistent memory of it, yes.)