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Small Beer
“A man who lies about beer makes enemies.” Ducky suggested.
“Stephen King, Pet Sematary.” Tony answered, recognizing the quote.
Gibbs shook his head. How did they get into this conversation? Tony always won when it came to trivia. Even Ducky should know that.
“So what are we drinking to this time?” Tony asked, holding up his small beer.
“Beer, good friends, life.” Gibbs half smiled.
Ducky lifted his own beer and clinked glasses with Tony and Gibbs to the toast.
“So glad you could join us, Ducky. It just hasn’t been the same since you retired.” Tony smiled.
“It was time, dear boy.” Ducky murmured.
“I know. Jimmy’s doing great, but we miss you. Especially Gibbs and I. We’ve been solving cases for so many years together, after all.” Tony offered softly and sincerely.
Gibbs simply grunted his agreement with Tony’s statement.
