Roger couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when Lydia informed him that girls liked wounds. "That is an investigation I am willing to undertake for you," he told Lydia teasingly. Roger had no objections to going out and getting laid. Just not right now. Because right now Roger was preoccupied with reminding himself that he couldn't just drink tequila out of the bottle. It was probably a great thing that Lydia was here, at least Roger was highly unlikely to end up with alcohol poisoning, since Lydia was unlikely to let that happen. She was a good friend. Which really, just reminded Roger how he really wasn't.
"The job's--" Roger was about to say 'as terrible as them all' but actually he didn't really mind it. He was still quite shit at it, but managing people (and mostly Roger just made sure people took their breaks regularly) was actually pretty alright. "It's fine?" Roger settled on instead, reaching for another shot. "How's yours? The new one? Is it all you were hoping for?" Roger hoped that the answer was 'yes'. Lydia deserved a nice, well paid job that she enjoyed. More so than Roger certainly did, and yet he was the one who kept bouncing from one to another. Albeit, not many of them were particularly nice, but certainly well paid.