[ This place made you want to drink, didn't it? It was one thing after another and it had only been a few days. ]
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill
[ He blinked and opened his mouth a few times like a startled fish before his cheeks burned and he groaned. He recognized the lyrics from everything he had said - Beastie Boys. He loved them, but sometimes they were questionable.
Please don't think less of him Chekov as he follows you, this is not his idea. ]