[The chair's empty anyway and whoever had their name on it hasn't shown their face at the table yet and probably won't for the rest of the night. Too slow, you blow. Early bird, yadda yadda yadda. Besides, it's easier for Angela to inch her foot over to Tony's ankle, toeing up the edge of his tuxedo pants leg, when he's sitting this close than when he's three more feet away.]
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Don't promise things you'll get too drunk for.