Tracey hid a sigh. Surely this man wasn't as dense as he appeared. Surely.
"That is exciting. Do you like being captain?" Maybe the firewhiskey fumes were fogging his eyes. Tracey deftly lifted his glass from his hand, took a sip of the contents and set the glass down on the counter behind her. "Why don't you tell me all about it?" Hooking her arm through his, she pulled him into motion toward the seating area a few steps away. It was like trying to move a fallen tree.