"They are, aren't they? It's almost as if excessive alcohol consumption and anger issues were related, somehow," he said, contributing to the mutual exchange of sarcasm. "In my defense, though, I'm just a part-time lush. The anger's a natural talent."
He was gazing longingly at the meatball sandwich when a waitress appeared with the so-called Johnny Burger. He analyzed it, searching out the part of the burger where the bacon was concentrated, and took a bite. "Mmmm." He sighed, and muttered to the burger. "I could never be angry at you. Even if you have a stupid name."
With the edge taken off his hunger, Kaminski glanced back at Biker Chick. "I guess it's too bad I don't have your sunny disposition."