Terrence didn't finish his quite as quick, eyes on her glass in case it came flying his way. It went back down to the bar, though, and he forgot about it when she spoke.
Shite. Sisters. Maybe it was a bad idea to have a drink with unhappy people, when their problems brought back memories he didn't want to deal with. He finished off his drink, fast, letting the burn distract him.
"That's fucked," he said, putting his glass down and signaling for refills. "Sounds like we need more drinks."