He watched dispassionately as she flirted with the bartender, thinking she would be ordering his drinks for him if the bartender continued to give her special privileges.
"We are in agreement then, because I can't promise not to tell secrets while under the influence either." He tossed back his drink in a few swallows before setting it down too. "You pick the next ones." he said, clearly not as loose or relaxed as she was. It was hard for him but not as hard as he thought it would be. "So, Red, it's you, me, and drinking to pretend like the world isn't shite. " He was smiling, more comfortable than he should be.