Oh. Yeah. That was something of a mess back there, behind the guy. What was his name again? Mike was pretty sure he'd learned it in passing once. This was the selfishness showing off though, since he sure didn't remember it.
"I know it's rough, but it's a weird scenario -- maybe they'll come back," he said after a beat where he couldn't quite stop looking at the lamp bits on the floor. On the plus side, it'd probably fix itself by morning. But morning was a long way off and stepping on glass seemed like shit luck for a guy already in it.
Ah well.
"I'm always interested in a drink," he admitted then, giving up on the vague idea of offering a safer space to drink in. "You've just got to pour."