[He wanders in, looking around a bit. He doesn't touch anything, just glances at the books before retrieving the liquor and a couple of the glasses.
He sits at the table in his room and pours them both a little, sliding the other cup to the other side of the table. He's currently wondering just how smart Charles is. He seems really smart. Travis isn't a dumbie; he's got a high IQ. But he's betting Charles is, like, a genius or something.]
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He sits at the table in his room and pours them both a little, sliding the other cup to the other side of the table. He's currently wondering just how smart Charles is. He seems really smart. Travis isn't a dumbie; he's got a high IQ. But he's betting Charles is, like, a genius or something.]