[ By that point, Caleb is on his way back over, shoving the piece of paper into his pocket and looking rather pleases with himself. He sets his new beer down on the table as he reaches to steady Frank when he sways. ]
Whoa, easy there. No one slipped you any tequila this time, did they?
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Whoa, easy there. No one slipped you any tequila this time, did they?