Lot swirled his beer thoughtfully then answered "Might as well consider it year 4," pretending the previous however many years hadn't happened meant that he could play pretend his existence hadn't started until now, "I don't think any of these guys are going to let their last define their future," he gestured to the wild things before them. There would be plenty who were going to play denial come the morning. Lot despite all the years he'd known him wasn't sure if Niro was a living in the last sort or a future shaping sort. He's certainly managed to make his way in this world...almost a little too well. "Any resolutions this year?" Lot leant back with measured nonchalance.