Keith took a bow. "As you wish, Madame." He started laughing as he wandered off to grab her a cold Coca Cola. Not a can, though. It was a bottle. He brought a water for himself, as if he hadn't gotten enough water already. But he had to keep the vocals good. "You drink, m'lady."
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