[Close enough. He grabs it quickly when it's in reach to make sure none spills, oddly careful for someone so drunk. He peers through the glass closely, trying to determine how much is left in it. It's dark though, so he just ends up sloshing it around to hear how much is left.]
Thinkin' there's enough for... [Slosh, slosh.] ...two cups? One each. You 'n me.
[After he's finished off what's left of this cup, anyways. He picks his chin high enough up off the ground to drink again.]
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Thinkin' there's enough for... [Slosh, slosh.] ...two cups? One each. You 'n me.
[After he's finished off what's left of this cup, anyways. He picks his chin high enough up off the ground to drink again.]