"So you say." Nate, for his part, was more a man for something brewed a little more locally. At least within the country, but Canada was valid, too, so maybe within the continent. "I didn't major in language, I'm sure you recall." Point was, European beer, while good, just didn't have the same sort of tasteless bite as the American stuff. His preferences had often gotten him very strange looks.
But, hell, he wasn't paid to like Pierce's booze.
"You think? We're not that old." Nate sat down on one of the couches and took a long drink of his own, feeling it add to the air conditioner's effects. He leaned back and watched his old friend with a raised eyebrow. "Unless that's more a metaphorical end for something."