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                         ❝ спасибо. What may I refer to you as, сэр? ❞

"Droog, then. Welcome."

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                   ♦ Droog gives a slight frown                       in turn of the mans' choice of                       words, and dips his head                        slightly.

                         ❝ Droog. Call me Droog. ❞

Welcome, I guess. Although, I don’t know you.

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                   ♦ Droog blinks at the man                       for a moment before                       he speaks a response.

                         ❝ I am called Droog. It is a pleasure to meet you, as well. ❞                    

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um, hello, I’m Die. It’s nice to meet you.

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                   ♦ Your name is Diamonds Droog                       and you are back from your small                       mission in Europe.

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His inner alcoholic screamed.

"Da. That would be the one." He twirled his outer most ring around a few times. "Might I ask for a glass? I'm incredibly anxious to taste it."

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Doc smiled smugly. He had suspected that answer.

"Allow me to guess… Could you be referring to my recently acquired 1976 Boule Blanche?”

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A man I followed this evening attended a small soiree at which I 'received' a bottle of Pétrus.

I'm quite pleased.

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Staring hard at her while she speaks, he decides that she's basically a wisecrack kid. 

With a sigh, he shakes his head.

"There's not much I can tell you, ребенок."

"Excuse you, I am a grown ass lady," Dove pouts, though ultimately waves it off with a dismissive wave, "Besides; you wouldn’ be the first, and you sure as Hell ain’t gonna be th’last."

"I ain’t really in th’mood to talk ‘bout gold diggers, though.  So, tell me a li’l bit ‘bout you."

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I'm going to use your stomach lining as a doormat, маленькая сука.

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Hesitating, Droog managed to awkwardly spit out:

"... I heard that you might have your hands on a certain aged wine."

♦ immortalcueball

"Excellent question. Allow me to turn it on it’s head, Droog. What is it that you want? The ground you’re standing on is under the ownership of the Felt. You’re not the type of man to make such transgressions on accident. Why are you here?”