*remains right where he is, turning his half-empty bottle in a slow circle, cheek once more propped against his knuckles*
*has no idea how much time has passed when his phone gives an abrupt chirp, signaling an incoming text message* *fishes the mobile out of his pocket and flips it open, scanning the message*
*chews the inside of his lip for a long, long moment before hitting speed dial number three* *what the hell*