"What do you mean?" Allison asked with confusion.
"Nothing." He responded.
He looked at the bartender. "Give her a glass of orange juice."
"No, I like apple juice." She corrected him.
He nodded his head. "Noted."
"What?"
"Nothing." He said that again and glanced at the bartender. "You heard her."
"Yes, Sir."
"With no alcohol." He reminded him.
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