"It's better?" Pierce offered by way of explanation, then graciously handed Nate the bottle of Dark Lord. "What do you have against beer names that are impossible to pronounce?"
He had moved in a short time ago and already things were strange. The cap came off of the bottle - first he reached over and popped the top off of Nate's Dark Lord - and then Pierce took a long, well-deserved swig of Westvleteren. "I think moving into this building is the beginning of the end," he said as he grabbed the rest of the beer and also remembered to pick up his lighter and cigarettes off of the counter as well. "But come in! Sit. Let's talk."