[ He braces a hand on his thigh and looks away. He can't work out if that churning, uneasy feeling in his chest and in his gut is nerves or nausea. Nausea from the alcohol, perhaps.
(He's not doing a very good job of convincing himself of things tonight. That definitely is thanks to the alcohol.)
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[ He braces a hand on his thigh and looks away. He can't work out if that churning, uneasy feeling in his chest and in his gut is nerves or nausea. Nausea from the alcohol, perhaps.
(He's not doing a very good job of convincing himself of things tonight. That definitely is thanks to the alcohol.)
A deep and heavy sigh. ]
Saw someone tonight that looked like Tess.