If this were not Justin, and if Wayne hadn't been drinking, he might have held back on the information about Dennis, and how it was eating him up. Still, he did have at least a smidgen of self control.
"Ehhhhh..." He whined, edging around the story before, as usual, jumping in head first.
"Do you know an unnaturally tall bloke called Dennis something?" He asked, feeling his cheeks flush. He wasn't that close to drunk, but was on the verge of being warm and comfortable in his bones. "That may have been ill advised."