He had noticed the kid's drinking habits... which were heavy. And yet, he never seemed to stumble or slur. Even when he passed out, he never fell out of his chair or off the bar. Still... this was something that Len had seen before. Wally could drink like that and not get drunk. It was that damn Speedster metabolism that had caused problems for the Rogues more than once.
Now, what was this kid's deal?
"Tommy." He corrected himself, nodding towards the bar. "How many you have last night, Tommy?" He asked without an edge. "You passed out here about four-thirty this morning."