[ That's obviously a joke, and Reno gives it a big cackling laugh, mostly because of Roche's deadass expression, and reaches for the corkscrew to pop this bitch open while he leans back into Roche's arms. He'll be at this awhile, he doesn't exactly have the wicked strength to just snatch that cork right out. You gotta fuckin finesse it awhile with these fancy expensive goddang bottles. Whether he drinks it or not, he just wants to pop bottles in the back of a fancy limo, is that so much to ask? ]

Hey now, ain't nothin' wrong with Denny's. We'd show that place the fuck—up.

[ POP. Tssssss. Oh, that's nice. Reno wafts the bottle around under his nose, then holds it up in front of his face and just slightly above so that Roche can do the same where he's resting on the top of his head. Oh no. Don't crunch his eggwhite gel job. ]

That is nasty. And oh, fuck, I've heard of that place! Never seen the inside, though. Never had any good reason, at least not like some'a the other high-class places around here. Isn't that the one with the gold fountain full of swans? Black swans, I think, or somethin'... maybe it was peacocks, actually. Or both, I don't fuckin' know. What I do wanna know is why you'd have those fancy fowl walking around at a place people are eating at. That's fuckin' morbid, man.

[ God, he just. Hates birds. Anyway, he's pouring them both a glass of that disgusting-ass champagne, and it looks like pure liquid bubbly gold in the crystal. The crystal with diamonds at the bottom of it to make them heavy. Jeeeeesus. He's not sure he actually wants to wet his tongue on this shit after being dry for months, but fuck it. ]

Here, you first. If it's poison you'll die slower than me.