"Or smothered by sand and buried so you couldn't find it." Not that he'd actually heard of a dog getting buried in the sand, but now that he thought about it, it seemed kind of likely. And hilarious, but he managed not to laugh at his own stupid joke. It didn't take long for him to finish his drink, and he pushed the glass to the side to get another one.
"Sounds good, I'll pick you up whenever. Do you want to get dinner before?" he asked, as the bartender refilled his glass for the third time. Yeah it was a little packed in here. Odd, but then again he didn't usually get out on Sunday nights.