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[toblameforit]

Two days after he lends the other Sherry his credit card, Tony decides he could do with a night out himself. Sherry—the one with a pulse—is taking care of things at the company for now, being Tony where needed, because Tony himself just cannot fucking deal. If he had to take one step into Obie's old office he thinks he would probably throw up. In a little while he'll take back the reins, seeing as it's his company and all, but for now he'd much rather go out and get drunk.

If it occurred to him, he might ask where Sherry went so he can avoid the place, avoid the complications of identity. It doesn't occur to him.

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[self-espresso.livejournal.com]

"I remain dubious, but I'll take your word for it."

[toblameforit]

"I'm an expert in Sherry logic," he says, trying for solemn and mostly achieving adorable.

[self-espresso.livejournal.com]

Amused: "I would imagine so. With being brothers and all."

[toblameforit]

"Yeah, I guess that does make sense," he says, as though it hasn't occurred to him.

[self-espresso.livejournal.com]

"Maybe. I guess it's not a guarantee, but."

A new customer enters the bar, and Andy straightens up. "Duty calls. You doing okay with that Coke?"

[toblameforit]

"Yep." He lifts it in a cheerful salute. "Thanks."

[self-espresso.livejournal.com]

She gives him a thumbs up and heads off to deal with her other customers.