He could drink it all in under a minute, but that's not what Nina is asking of him, so Mad Sweeney caps the thing and tucks it under his jacket. He makes no attempt to really hide it, trusting his luck to carry them out the door and wherever she wants to go.
"Lead the way, darlin'," he tells her. "I'll get the bottle out safe and sound, don't you worry about that."
He's fucking terrible at this. He feels like a goddamn idiot, toting around a bottle when she's so clearly in pain, but there's shit he can actually do about that. Nothing brings back her man. Nothing he says eases the pain. Someone else might be able to, but he's not the right man for that job. Too rough. Too damn old.
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Date: 2018-12-10 10:53 pm (UTC)"Lead the way, darlin'," he tells her. "I'll get the bottle out safe and sound, don't you worry about that."
He's fucking terrible at this. He feels like a goddamn idiot, toting around a bottle when she's so clearly in pain, but there's shit he can actually do about that. Nothing brings back her man. Nothing he says eases the pain. Someone else might be able to, but he's not the right man for that job. Too rough. Too damn old.