[It's none of his fault; she's just sour about some things. It has nothing to do with other people's luck. Well, maybe a whole lot, but it's nothing they can do about that.]
Thanks. [She glances around again and then drops her voice into a conspiratorial whisper.] Don't tell your mom I gave you booze, okay?
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Thanks. [She glances around again and then drops her voice into a conspiratorial whisper.] Don't tell your mom I gave you booze, okay?