"Crappy day for sure," Stu added, "And I don't usually have those," but at Alfie's words, he leaned to put the food down and put a hand up to his head.
"I do? Where? I thought I got it all out? Shit, its like bloody everywhere, and it ruined my very favorite work robes. And my good tie," he lamented, turning slightly towards Alfie, even then taking another pull of the booze. He was going to have to stop soon, and he set the bottle on his knee, turning more towards Alfie.
He paused, some concern coming to his face, "Who crapped on your day, Alfie?" he asked carefully.