Darcy sat a little stiffly as he waited for his friend. The place felt quite different than it had the last time they were here, but that probably had a lot to do with his current sobriety.
Then, as if seeking to solve that problem, Miguel returned with as many as four bottles of beer. And zero glasses, Darcy noted with an almost imperceptible eye-roll. "Thank you," he told him, even if he was going to feel an idiot slurping it from the bottle. He was sure Lyla would be glad to remind him that he didn't have a problem drinking anything straight out the bottle last time, but he didn't want the refresher course again. He took a sip.