"And it will be professionally brewed," Jesse added happily. He was practically beaming over at Sam, in what probably looked completely and utterly stupid. "Not many are so lucky."
He then swatted a bit at Sam's leg. "You don't have to talk shit about it to me. Jamie's more the one that gets a kick out of fucking football. I can't watch shit like that without like..." He trailed off for a second then, reaching up and rubbing tiredly at his eyes. "Fuck, man. If I got trashed every night, I'd probably manage a much more fucking normal sleep pattern."