[This is as close to casual as he's going to get, so she can appreciate it. Zee pops into the kitchen, dressed like a normal human being in a nice blouse but she still is opting for jeans. She looks a little frazzled.] Hey?
[Why, yes. Arthur opens his liquor cabinet and pulls out all the necessary equipment for a Manhattan, which he makes her with amazing...dare we say professional efficacy.]
[Oh, Arthur, bartender of her dreams...] I should apologize for anything I might say or do now and get that out of the way. The past week's been a mess and it only seems to get worse and worse.
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if it's not too much trouble.
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Hi. Want something to drink?
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Zee kind of saunters toward him, pressing a hand to her neck as she shrugs.] Got anything really strong?
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[And drinking solves all problems?]
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