No, I'm sleep-talking. [ Deadpan and groggy. Best combination.
He rises from the chair and stretches his arms above his head. Ugh. Definitely going to need to sleep after this. ] The bar must've been popular today. [ With all those shenanigans and regrets. He can't drown his sorrow in alcohol — not because this place outlaws it, just, but because he hates that lack of control — but he can't blame anyone else for trying the same after a day like yesterday. ]