[ Harrison scowls in response, posture becoming more tightly wound if that's even possible. He pushes himself up out of his chair, having given up on doing any more work with Cisco in the same room for now, and slips his hands in his pockets. ]
You're drunk, Ramon. And so am I.
[ It's biting, almost vicious — or it would be anyway if he were able to muster more heat behind his words. He eyes him flatly for a moment before turning away. ]
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You're drunk, Ramon. And so am I.
[ It's biting, almost vicious — or it would be anyway if he were able to muster more heat behind his words. He eyes him flatly for a moment before turning away. ]