"Only because everything is so blurry you can't tell what it's really looking like," Lindsey snorted. Not to mention the numerous things it made easier to deal with, like certain enemies with ridiculously ironic names.
He looked up from the glass questioningly. Well he was fully aware that was a metaphor, it was an entirely new one to him. "I wouldn't put it past moonshine to do that," he said finally.
And usually he didn't apologize for something he had no involvement in, was out of his control, and generally having no fault in because he was blamed for enough as it was without taking on someone else's problems. But with enough alcohol and that kind of mood, he was willing to feel a little bit sympathetic. "Blind date?" he asked finally, deciding he could at least attempt the social game.
No matter how unsympathetic he could be, the idea of being set up on a blind date, no matter how great the intentions of the person setting up said date, was horrifying. If Wolfram and Hart really wanted to make a hellish holding dimension, they would have made one like that.
The eternal question. Why had his parents decided to give him a name that now was considered extremely feminine? He had several theories that had neither been denied or confirmed. "You know all those celebrities naming their children odd things? My parents were the forerunners of that trend," he replied dryly. "So what'd your parents decide to name you?"