She had a good point. "Followed by 'do I gnaw my arm off or risk waking it up?'" He almost hated to admit that he'd had those mornings. Not many, but enough that he knew exactly what it felt like. And while he had lost a hand at some point in his life, it had not been in the course of trying to escape one of those, thankfully.
Lindsey finished the glass and set it down on the bar, letting the hard liquor burn its way down his throat to his stomach. "You sound just thrilled about it too," he stated with a sympathetic smile. When the bartender returned, he shook his head and put his hand over the glass. He needed a few seconds to let the alcohol he'd already tucked away soak in.
Speaking of irony from earlier in the conversation, it seemed he wasn't the only one that belonged to two folks who couldn't tell gender when it came to names. "Short for Georgina?"