[ probably for the best that jeff uncomfortably shifts the topic. david opens his mouth to explain why he's sure he's pretty spot-on in his estimation — he's grabbed people out of crowded places, beat the shit out of them in broad daylight, he could count the number of times anybody ever did even the bare minimum to stop him on his hands — but the moment to think that the topic change gives him makes him realise he doesn't want to talk about that. talking about the rugby or the fights was whatever, but the debt collection shit... jeff's a good man, david doesn't wanna tell him about all that. ]
[ he takes the bottle and drinks, waving a dismissive hand ] Don't worry about it. Only so much conversation you can get out of beer anyway.
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[ he takes the bottle and drinks, waving a dismissive hand ] Don't worry about it. Only so much conversation you can get out of beer anyway.