“I told you to keep Finlandia in this place,” Tim mutters, looking through the bottles, most of them magnums, at the bar. “She never has Finlandia,” he says to no one, to all of us.
“Oh god, Timothy. Can’t handle Absolut?” Evelyn asks…
“Bateman. Drink?” Price sighs.
“J&B rocks,” I tell him…
“Oh god. It’s a mess,” Evelyn gasps….
“The sushi looks marvellous,” I tell her soothingly.
from American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
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