Don: fine. *chugs some tequila*
Kaz:...can you hand me some of that...?
Don: *grabs another bottle and gives it to you* here. Knock yourself out kid.
Kaz:...not a kid.
He chugs it.
Don: I know!
Kaz:..Do you now?
Don: What do you want from me!? *chugs half the bottle*
Kaz:...I dunno...I-I just...
Don: What? You just what? You just hate me? I wouldn't blame ya. Cmon spit it out.
Kaz:...No. I just can't trust anyone again.
