[Benson has to remind himself, mentally, not to grit his teeth. He's not sure he can take another, but he doesn't want to look like that big a pansy in front of Shadow. So another round it is.
And knocking it back in one gulp, again. God. That hits like a freight train, and for a moment he's sure he can't see straight.]
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And knocking it back in one gulp, again. God. That hits like a freight train, and for a moment he's sure he can't see straight.]