Re: [Bar: Jack & Patrick]
[Newt's bro wasn't in the process of the most perfect feat of decision-making. If he had been, Jack wouldn't have been in the bloody bar to begin with. He was in unarguably better shape, however and now he began on the beer and let the whiskey sit a little more of an excusable amount of time. And ah, fuck it. Patrick gulped, made a series of sounds that sounded like a chain-reaction of pain and Jack gave up on any semblance of pretending polite ignorance.]
Yes, actually. Rather a lot, while he was drunk as I think did half the town and then again this morning. That looks painful. [The hand. Actually, the shot-beer combination and the phone, but Jack wasn't terribly communicative when drinking these days. Probably the hangover too. His attention didn't trickle through electronic devices into other conversations, his own had concluded before he'd walked into the bar and Jack was rather more present than perhaps Patrick.]
That sounds like an utterly shite plan [Jack remarked with the pleasant tone of someone remarking on the weather.] But it's your plan, obviously. There used to be another bar, I went there before Dahlia turned it into a gym. I'd rather like another option, the Johnny Cash and the good friend who owns it would become an avoidable extra. You needn't ask me about my evening. Would you like me to ask you about yours?