He drank like a child who hadn't seen water for a week. But this was no child and it certainly wasn't water he was drinking. With each gulp his adam's apple bobbed violently and the liquor drizzled from both sides of his thin weathered lips, through his salt and pepper beard and onto the linoleum. Drinks like that are made to be sipped from small glasses, someone ought to tell him that before he ends up in a coma. But I guess maybe that's what he's shooting for.
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