"Well if it's any consolation you look like hell to match," Lee told his friend bluntly. "I think you'll be fine in a few days though, so long as you don't try to stop any more fists with your face. Honestly, I don't think you can afford it."
Lee smirked, taking a more responsible sip of his drink and nursing it more than just downing it in one go. "You didn't give me any specifics of what happened, by the way. Who's fist did you stop?"
He looked at the quantity of liquor in the bottle on the table, and then snorted. "Oh, I'm sure you are. So how many bottles of this per week are you putting away now?"
Lee shook his head. "Mate, you shouldn't concern yourself with the birds right now. They'll fuck with your head enough as it is. What you need is mates, and lucky for you I'm back."