"Actually, you should be. Now I know three people." He smirked then as he drank from the bourbon. He could get used to the taste of it. He rolled his eyes to his brother's words, "didn't think you'd ever take up a job as stuffy as this. And I enjoy my jobs too. Quite a bit. I run a club and get to write. Not to great at the latter, but it pays bills."
He shrugged then, "whatever is a good club? Haven't had a chance to find a good haunt yet." He nodded, "can't hurt. Be fun for all of us to get together again."