"Pleasure," he said with a nod. "And we're responsible adults most of the time, right? We can figure out the limits."
Which, at times, McCree knew he was neither responsible or aware of limitations when it came to the bottle. He had learned where to draw the line on the battlefield, though. Almost.
"Remember to stop by Lou's when you're not lookin' like a drowned rat, ya hear?" Giving him a lazy salute, McCree turned to continue on his way toward the dive bar that he, on more than one occasion called his home.