He nods, taking a note. Cream and two sugars. One of the things he always made a point of, with his very few friends. Know what brand they smoked, and how they took their coffee.
"Beer only. Breakfast'll be served by the time you get out." he replies, heading for the door. He can handle being ruffled and smelling like sex and sweat and tequila. He's been far worse.
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