Yeah--yeah, snaps. [ Like schnapps with no schuh. He's already waving Nathan along with him, weaving his way across a crowded street toward a vendor. He's got a preferred place now, even though it's just a little temporary bar. ] Some kinda Swedish thing. There's one you gotta try, tastes like Colombia.
[ When they get over, he orders two shots--doubles, live dangerously, little brother--and hands one to Nathan. It's not exactly the same as a bottle of Antioqueño, but the aniseed flavor floats through it like something out of Sam's dreams of home. ]
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[ When they get over, he orders two shots--doubles, live dangerously, little brother--and hands one to Nathan. It's not exactly the same as a bottle of Antioqueño, but the aniseed flavor floats through it like something out of Sam's dreams of home. ]
Salud.