That makes John laugh, harder than most things do, and he lifts his bottle to take a sip of beer, then looks over at Jake.
"Why garlic?" he asks. He has to, it simply begs the question.
When it comes to nights of drinks and debauchery, John honestly can't remember the last time he's done something like that. There had been missions with Finch that certainly looked as if they'd gone that way, he still very clearly remembers showing up at a bachelorette party and having the attendees assume he was their stripper. He'd nearly been ready to kill Finch himself over that one.
Before that, it might have been during his time in the military. A party with his team that had just gone unchecked. Or maybe even before that. He doesn't think drinking himself to the point of passing out on the streets of New York can possibly count.
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"Why garlic?" he asks. He has to, it simply begs the question.
When it comes to nights of drinks and debauchery, John honestly can't remember the last time he's done something like that. There had been missions with Finch that certainly looked as if they'd gone that way, he still very clearly remembers showing up at a bachelorette party and having the attendees assume he was their stripper. He'd nearly been ready to kill Finch himself over that one.
Before that, it might have been during his time in the military. A party with his team that had just gone unchecked. Or maybe even before that. He doesn't think drinking himself to the point of passing out on the streets of New York can possibly count.