--Oh. Of course, not at all. [ This place doesn't strike Matt as exactly the kind for alcohol-free beverages. But if there's one thing about the Last Dance--and Old Springstar's ancient undercity, the erstwhile Kowloon--that seems to hold true across the decades, it's that anything you want can be yours, for a price.
Even tea and juice.
Once they've obtained their beverages of choice--Matt's is a fruit ale--he steers them towards an empty booth and waits to allow Alice her choice of seats. He slides into the one opposite. ] Well, uh ... cheers to waking up. Eventually.
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Even tea and juice.
Once they've obtained their beverages of choice--Matt's is a fruit ale--he steers them towards an empty booth and waits to allow Alice her choice of seats. He slides into the one opposite. ] Well, uh ... cheers to waking up. Eventually.
[ He lifts his glass. ]