Lainie: Someone who bothered to learn to how to shoot a gun before deciding to come to skeezy bars like this one every night.
"Wyow...wanna drink?"
Lainie: Hm-depends-you gonna drink with me?
"Yeaaa.."
Lainie: Lovely. I'll be right back.
She goes over to the bar
"Okeyyy.."
Lainie comes back with another vodka martini and a beer. She hands him the beer.
Lainie: Here you are, love...I did get it right, didn't I?
"Yess.."
(Question-can Michael identify poisons?)
Lainie: Well-cheers then...
She takes a sip of her drink
(most of the time)
He sniffed his beer
