The fourth drink was gone by the time he sat. When his next drink arrived he added a beer to the order for Marcus. He didn't care whether or not the other man drank it, he just wasn't going to be so rude as not to order him at least something.
He was beginning to feel his mind clear. The good thing, he wasn't thinking about anything in particular. The bad thing, he wasn't thinking of anything in particular. This meant that the more he drank the less of a filter he had because there was no telling what his mouth would pull from his brain. "Other than Melinda tricking me the other day. I've been well." Okay, so maybe she hadn't really tricked him. Still, his brain knew where it had gone when she first offered to show him how to ward off calories.