“Kurt I hate to be a nuisance, but I am so thirsty. We had a 3-hour meeting discussing this new line of sutures and I probably talked for about 2 hours of it. It’s mostly just the legal aspect we are focusing on, possible cases that might be thrown at us and what not. So anyway, I would be ever so grateful if I could have something to drink, whatever you have available.”
Kurt went in the kitchen and purposely came back with only one glass. There was no way he would be sharing a drink with this man. After thanking him again, Darren took a sip and pounded on his chest.
“My God Kurt, this is ever so refreshing.” He went for it again and didn’t stop until the glass was empty. “I feel like I’ve just been brought back from the dead. Never have I had such a divinely intoxicating beverage. Do tell me Kurt, whatever do you call this magical potion of yours?”
Kurt stared flatly at Darren. “Grape soda.”
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