He laughed at the insinuation of him being completely blitzed - it wasn't totally unheard of, of course, but still. He tried to conduct himself with a bit more responsibility than that. Usually. He turned his glass against the bartop with just his fingers, playing with the drink; it gave him something to do with his hand if there was still liquid in it, and that alone gave him an excuse to lay off sipping on the bitter tonic inside (though he was feeling warmer by the minute).
"I don't know if you'll believe me, but Glynn is not the most interesting place in the world," he answered. "I found myself longing for adventure, got the itch to travel. I still wound up back here," he sighed, shrugged his shoulders, "but at least I have the memories of other places beyond home."