Tommy's elbows were on the table and he'd been leaning forward. He didn't bother looking at the waitress but he had to admit that vodka sounded awesome at the moment. Billy had the right idea. Granted, it really didn't do much for him but it was the principle of the thing. Tommy pulled his hand out of his hair and took a deep breath before ordering a soda.
Just when he thought he was used to the crazy. Separated he could deal with... androids... okay, that was getting into dorky sci fi territory but...
"I'm sorry, but 'magical energy' what the hell does that even mean?"