"Snorting, he muttered, "My brother is a fried sap who needs to go chase himself offa cliff, he's said many things to me, you think I give a rip?" Motioning for Randy to give him another shot with a smile and a wave of his hand, he added, "Hit me." Jason glanced to the stage at the singer, licking his lips, he slowly looked back to the man who managed to swallow his irritation and serve him drinks despite his name. "That's right, it's just a name. Not a pedigree, not a title, nothin'.""
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“…Almost rhymed there,” Randy pointed out, smiling slightly from the corner of his lips as he passed another glass to Jason—then paused, hand over the glass’s rim. “Where I come from, ‘please’ is a nice follow-up to that phrase,” he added lightly, then dropped the glass in front of Jason with a slosh of liquid.