"Pop, huh?" he asked as he reached for his own coffee. The shake was much less noticeable, he was glad to see. "Because of all the sugar." He liked sodas as much as the next guy, although not as mixers. Why bother with a whiskey and coke, when you could just drink more whiskey?
He drank his coffee, and then took another drag on his cigarette as Abra mentioned contacting him. "How'd you manage that? How young is young? And, uh. Where are you from?" Not that that meant much when it came to the Shining. He'd yelled at Dick to come help him in the Overlook when Dick was in Florida. If Abra was even stronger than he'd been as a kid, she could probably have spoken to him if he'd been on the fucking moon or something like that. But it would be nice to have a hint about where he might end up living someday.