"Cowboy, I have told you a dozen times, that tie does not suit that vest."
"Peril, do you really think I don't know how to put together a suit? This tie is fine; it's your belt that's a travesty."
Gabby slipped away from them and grabbed the first clerk she saw. "Hi, excuse me. Do you happen to know if there's a liquor store nearby?"
The woman drew back, blinked. "A liquor store?"
Gabby nodded back to Illya and Solo, who were still on about the tie. "Trust me. If you want them out of here in the next hour, we're going to need some vodka."
Behind her, Illya started swearing in Russian.
Gabby forced a smile to her face. "Make that a lot of vodka."
It Doesn't Have to Match
"Peril, do you really think I don't know how to put together a suit? This tie is fine; it's your belt that's a travesty."
Gabby slipped away from them and grabbed the first clerk she saw. "Hi, excuse me. Do you happen to know if there's a liquor store nearby?"
The woman drew back, blinked. "A liquor store?"
Gabby nodded back to Illya and Solo, who were still on about the tie. "Trust me. If you want them out of here in the next hour, we're going to need some vodka."
Behind her, Illya started swearing in Russian.
Gabby forced a smile to her face. "Make that a lot of vodka."