[ It's not long before Prokopenko shows up on his doorstep, dressed not completely for the weather, shorts and boots and a tank top under the leather jacket. So, she's freezing of course but she'll be inside soon enough: ]
[ Harry grinned, hearing that snort. She was funny, and cute, in a way. He poured her a whiskey in a tumbler, so.... basically a triple, and poured himself one, and cut pizza into slices as he carried a plate and tumbler to her.
Fetching his own, he waved toward the giant sofa. She seemed pretty nice to him.]
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Hurry and answer the freaking door. I'm freezing.
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Least it's warm. [ She's not the best at niceties ever. ]
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Wine, water, juice? [He glances at the sidebar.] Or whiskey?
[He was trying to be a good host. ]
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[ Prokopenko snorted. There's a lot of things you can't do if your fingers are falling off, though. ]
Give me some whiskey. [ Such a nice host for such a not nice guest. ]
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Fetching his own, he waved toward the giant sofa. She seemed pretty nice to him.]
Ready to watch the movie?