[By the time he’s climbed into the elevator and it takes him to the floor labeled A, Oswald has removed countless coffee cups off his desk and into his trash and on it instead sits two glasses of whiskey. Hank’s is a double, naturally. The rest of the bottle sits there. It’s clearly the first its been used but it’s a Fine and Expensive whiskey. As good as the shit gets.]
Your drink.
[He passes it across the desk where a chair waits for Hank. Oswald is missing his usual blazer. The sharp vest is still in place but the top two buttons of his white dress shirt is undone and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He looks... well, a little troubled himself. But then— there’s been a murder, so...]
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Your drink.
[He passes it across the desk where a chair waits for Hank. Oswald is missing his usual blazer. The sharp vest is still in place but the top two buttons of his white dress shirt is undone and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He looks... well, a little troubled himself. But then— there’s been a murder, so...]