He's not totally clear on Beethoven, either, although it sounds familiar -- could be it's a kind of piano, though he thinks it's probably not -- but Butch says it like he says everything else, like Sundance oughta know, just like that, and Sundance can always ask him later.
For now, though, he's relieved to have a task in sight, even if it's nearly as unsettling to think of trying to drink something here as it is to pay too much attention to the vast emptiness out the window, speckled with all those millions of stars. Butch is always good for that. Perspective. Nothing ever seems to trip him up completely.
Still, Sundance casts a pessimistic eye over the shining bar, the glass bottles behind it filled with strange, colorful liquids. "I doubt it."
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He's not totally clear on Beethoven, either, although it sounds familiar -- could be it's a kind of piano, though he thinks it's probably not -- but Butch says it like he says everything else, like Sundance oughta know, just like that, and Sundance can always ask him later.
For now, though, he's relieved to have a task in sight, even if it's nearly as unsettling to think of trying to drink something here as it is to pay too much attention to the vast emptiness out the window, speckled with all those millions of stars. Butch is always good for that. Perspective. Nothing ever seems to trip him up completely.
Still, Sundance casts a pessimistic eye over the shining bar, the glass bottles behind it filled with strange, colorful liquids. "I doubt it."