They said they weren't charging him and Tommy really doubted they cared about his well being so he really couldn't see why how much he had to drink was any of their business. But they had his stuff (which, okay, wasn't that big of a deal) but it'd also be good to find out if he was getting blackballed here or not.
"I don't know." No one had told him there was going to be a quiz in the morning. He'd shown up around midnight and if he had passed out around four-thirty... "Fifteen beers? More? I wasn't counting." He gave a shrug, then lifted his head slightly. "And I didn't 'pass out'," he corrected, sounding more annoyed than anything. "I feel asleep. There's a difference."
Tommy balked at the second question. He looked around the bar and then back at Len. "Here?" he asked, managing to sound horrified and amused at the same time. Okay, so maybe the bartender was hot but menial labor and minimum wage just wasn't his thing.