[She looks at him, listens to him, then impudently takes a long drink of her cooking sherry. She nearly gags on it, but she's making a point. When she brings the bottle back down she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.]
Yep, I found booze.
[She screws the cap on the bottle, then leans against the haunted jukebox.]
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Yep, I found booze.
[She screws the cap on the bottle, then leans against the haunted jukebox.]
And I found it before you.