Hal & Clint
There would certainly be time for beer later, but whiskey would do them for right now. What were the holidays but not a time for spirits? Taking up the glass, he rotated it in his hand, letting the amber liquid coat the glass, before lowering and looking at Hal, eyebrows raised at his audacity. "A gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell... And besides, I didn't ask her her name," he concluded with a wink.
"Nah," he went on to say. "I was just finishing packing up some more stuff," he explained. "Thinking about moving," he informed his companion. "Too many memories..." Of Bobbi. His wife. Or rather, ex-wife. He still had sore feelings about that one. Apparently, he hadn't been good enough, wouldn't be good enough, to convince her to stay. "Shit, I'm too sober to this. What are we drinking to?"