Harold lit up his, what was it, eleventh cigarette of the night, inhaled and knocked the ash off into the glass dish that was right next to him on the table. "So, Mikey, how's the Hitwizard business going?" he asked, drawling and making conversation before Spinnet came back over with the drinks. He and Corner had met before, a few times actually, but never in quite the social setting that they were in right now.
The beer and shots they'd had already wasn't even making the edges of his vision blurry yet, so he welcomed the shots that she brought over, collecting his glass and holding it up, ready. "One, two... three," he said, knocking back the shot, recognising the mixture and grinning past the air he hissed in through his teeth. "You added the lime juice, huh? Lovely." It was disgusting, but he sure as hell wasn't going to say so. There was something good about the sourness anyway.