"Really?" he laughed a little. "So how many of us are there?" he asked, taking a drink from his glass. He wasn't even sure what he had ordered. He had told the man working bar that he'd have anything really, laughing somewhat deliriously. And so, Sam had made him a cocktail.
"Are there gatherings for the broken hearted and homesick? I bet there's nothing all that interesting here, just a bunch of straight pubs and probably even straighter people" he half sneered. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a pack of cigarettes and drew one out, placing it between his lips.