For Nick's part, he actually thinks this is something dream-like too. He sips his beer and rolls it over his tongue. It somehow manages to taste like money. But it also tastes like beer, which is the main thing.
After another sip, he lifts his eyebrows questioningly and taps his throat, then points at Arthur.
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After another sip, he lifts his eyebrows questioningly and taps his throat, then points at Arthur.