Lee hadn't even noticed that George had named the wrong team when he was talking about Oliver playing, but he nodded his head as if he had. "I don't know. I should know the schedule better," he said, ignoring the angry looks from the other customers because of his cigarette smoke. "I don't even know when Leanne's games are," he said quietly, draining his pint in preparation for the next round. He dropped the now dead butt of his cigarette into his empty pint glass because there wasn't an ashtray on the table.
He knew Tom would probably be pissed at him for doing it but he was a little too drunk to care at the moment. "The problem with tomorrow is that it never comes. I keep saying I'm going to quit smoking tomorrow but then I buy a new pack," he said, lighting another cigarette.