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“Got it.”
Alan heard her voice before he felt the slide of her fingers into his back pocket as she sidled up to him, a Rainier six-pack in hand.
“Woah,” she added, noticing the display he was considering.
“…Might be nice having some around,” he muttered somewhat sheepishly, a sideward glance gauging her reaction. “…Maybe we hit pay-dirt in Sector 6.”
“Or… maybe I just get you drunk and take advantage of you.”
“So… a Friday, you mean.”
Ellie winked and walked past him as he grabbed a bottle, his fingers reflexively tightening around the diamond band in his pocket.