[While there is a certain expectation of strangers handing him drinks--he is in a bar for a reason, after all--Rip really isn't expecting to get any that he hasn't asked for. Still, he's not in a mind to reject the offer. He peers down into the cup, sees the clear mystery liquid within, and lets out a quiet hum.]
Why not? [Taking the glass, Rip raises both it and his gaze to the man who'd offered it.] What are we drinking to, then?
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Why not? [Taking the glass, Rip raises both it and his gaze to the man who'd offered it.] What are we drinking to, then?