Callum held up how hand a bit to get the waitress's attention, before she left the table, "three more of these. bourbonsss," he dropped his hand back to the table and looked to Ana when she reached across to take hold of it.
Such a grandma.
He hruffed and leaned forward to bury his face against his arm and shoulder, "I can't read Irish," he groaned. "I can't help Catherine, I don't have abs, 'nd'm'fucking awful." Among other things, really. There was so much.