By the time Alicia was finished with her rant, Michael had a.) finished his beer and signaled for another, and b.) started snickering. "You done yet?" he asked, in a tone of what attempted to be sincerity. Yeah, there was a laundry list of shit that was wrong and he didn't talk about his to people he liked -- especially people he liked -- so that had been a stupid question, which he acknowledged with a raising of his freshly-filled glass. "Beer's the dark side. Whiskey, that's the real answer, young Jedi. Think I'm more an optimist, though. World's not so bad if you can just get drunk enough. When the tap runs dry, that's when you can sound the shit alarm."
He drank off a couple of inches before lowering the glass again. "I been on blind dates before. Don't look at me like that, I have -- had a lot of sibs, you get set up a lot. Not so bad, it makes for good stories later. Either it's a joke and you get set up with someone you got naught in common with, or you get to see what people think you're into. Which is always pretty fucking hilarious. Exhibit A," he gestured to Alicia, "Weasley's genius methods here."