The glass paused halfway to Lindsey's lips as the all too familiar voice reached his ears. An eyebrow slowly arched as he glanced over at Faith, followed by a slow shrug.
"Not bad news for me," he said, then added after a few beats of silence, "well, the only bad news will be for anyone with a hangover tomorrow morning." And if they thought Lindsey was scary to deal with before, with a hangover he could easily outdo himself.
He studied her for the briefest of seconds before asking, "Rough night?"