Having helped April for a while, Nate took his refuge to the bottle upstairs. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but right now he didn't care. He was already well and truly drunk when Eliot arrived, but didn't even try to hide it. He'd always managed to think while drunk, however, and this was no exception.
When Eliot stopped talking, he took his time tasting his whiskey before he spoke. "What happened to the honest life and not endangering Eve and April?" he then asked, leaning forwards and putting his elbows on his knees. "The other day, you were done. Out of it. Now you want to run a credit scam and steal everything from jewellery to electronics in order to haul and sell for cash, while knowing that April wouldn't approve and Vance might possibly kill you if he finds out?"
"Why? I mean cash, fine, but you have enough to get by, so why?"