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"Check. Are you a health freak?" he asked,
producing a bottle from a
stocked fridge filled to the brim with all sorts of beverages.
"No, I just like ice-cold water."
"How about Coke, beer or alcoholic preferences?"
"Cherry Coke, if it's available; I usually don't drink alcoholic stuff."
He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"It makes me...an easy target," I explained, shyly. God, I had to stop
that.
He smiled for a moment.
"I'll have to remember that. I'll get some Cherry Coke up here. I myself
like a beer on occasion; I prefer an English brand called Guinness,
which I have on tap here, or one of these." He held up a bottle of
Heineken, unscrewing the cap. "I also like a Cognac before I go to bed,
but other than that, I never touch strong liquor."
I took a sip from the bottle he set in front of me, while he came around
the bar and pulled up a stool as well.
He reached inside his jacket, producing his key-card for the elevator,
sliding it over.
"Take this; I have another one. Don't lose it, and keep it on you; I
don't have time to constantly let you in or out."
I put the card in my t-shirt pocket, watching as he wrote something down
on a small piece of paper.
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