Sasha: Well try not to get stabbed then.
*Sasha frowns, and tilts her head as she scrubs the counter.*
Sasha: One of those 'devils,'like your father? 

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*John is utterly silent, and composed as he drinks. Though after the second bottle, he lays his head on the counter, and quickly passes out.*

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*Jillian keeps cleaning up the kitchen.*