[ He's staring down his glass, swirling the liquid around before taking a sip, when a lady takes a seat next to him. Hearing her order, he glances up, and then almost chokes on his drink. But he recovers quickly, not betraying too much on his face, and sets his glass back down. ]
What the hell are you doin' here, Juliet? [ What the hell are either of them doing here, more to the point? And while it's possible she didn't notice his face until just now, either, he's puzzled at her lack of recognition. ]
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What the hell are you doin' here, Juliet? [ What the hell are either of them doing here, more to the point? And while it's possible she didn't notice his face until just now, either, he's puzzled at her lack of recognition. ]