>>5360833"Giovanni Flavo?" You ask, bemused at the weird name on the fake ID.
"Couldn't think of anything better at the time." He shrugs, taking another large bite of the gyro. From off to the side, cars whiz to-and-fro, their headlights nearly melding into one, long streak of light. You're not that far from Konigsburg, but, still reeling from the aftershock of the barkeep's freakout, you think a break is sorely needed.
"Sorry I got us kicked out." You apologize. While you didn't expect the bartender to go apeshit on the two of you, that could've been prevented if you kept your mouth shut.
"Hey, it's no biggie-- guy was a total douchebag." Bernard huffs. "It was kinda funny though... we ended up runnin' for our lives, all for some glorified grape juice."
"If it tastes good to you, it tastes good." You elbow him, not wanting to see him all mopey. Nothing good ever comes from being down-in-the-dumps for too long.
"Haha, you're right, Ellie-- there's like way better wine in Cittadina, and they're not assholes about sellin' it to you either. Why don't I bring home a bottle and share with stick?"
"Please no." You don't want to deal with the monster that is drunken-Matt ever again.
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